Adam. Your ghost stalked us, the Ten Commandments
Rose from the ground, declared themselves old as Stonehenge
Adam. There was accusation in knowing you, in your knowledge
There was a guilt that seemed to make me an Eve,
Make me an apple, naked as fruit.
Adam. You tore off my skin, nibbled at my soul with the teeth
Of your name. Made me smooth as a pebble, skipping a flat sea
Adam. You are a landscape littered with alien soil
Planted with asteroids that have taken root
sprung to silver, tarnished beauty.
Adam. You are a minefield where with a step the world is blown up
Although you can walk away you are picking up fragments,
Reassembling yourself, making mistakes
Adam. You are three crones chanting disbelief and belief
To create a magic that dwells in the candles of cathedrals
Each lit with hope and a twenty pence piece.
Adam. You are a wound in the stone, caves have been smashed
Their roofs show the sky.