The fall of Lucifer was when the cell,
Believing itself not to have been a part
Of the overall body, the mother thigh

        Rising up in flurried trunks
Of evergreens, willows, other unknown trees
For he was falling

Other unknown berries –
What were these yellow berries
Which tasted too bitter        to eat. He fell,

        And as he fell, from
        All         He blossomed –
Till he overtook heaven

                Or the doctors cut him out



©2005 by Jack Anders