Eve Incurs God’s Displeasure

1 May 2018

after Marc Chagall

There she lies
red and engorged
taking up the scene’s bottom-third
like a throbbing tiger prawn.
God above is green and great and accusatory
stabbing a fat cartoon finger
at her shielded breast.
She’s taken the hue of overhanging fruit
as a rudimentary deer
or something equally innocent
looks on.

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