They didn't eat of me. They ate the fruit
That dangled with a snake made resolute
To tempt the world. They didn't eat of me.
Yet I would offer immortality.
It's shockingsuch a preferable choice,
And yet they listened to a writhing voice.
For once you eat of me you'll be like God.
I taste just like the lining of a cloud,
And like the sun, and like the shining planets.
The angels feast with airy smiles, for it's
Their life: all recognition recognized,
And all things holy now made undisguised.
The only thing I cannot do is die.
I'm told it tastes like ash, or a good-bye.
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Issue 53
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Editor's Note
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Poetry
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Fiction
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Book Review
- David Rigsbee reviews Midnight Lantern: New And Selected Poems
by Tess Gallagher
- David Rigsbee reviews Midnight Lantern: New And Selected Poems