They say it started with a big bang,
but it was more the spider web
that linked the sparsely twinkled stars
to create the constellation of your name.
In abstract art it would be:
a red tinted triangle
a duck beak coloured circle, slit down the middle,
an electric blue pyramid
and two golden arrow points, connected
and part of your crown.
resting above your head is your destiny.
You were once King of country
in this paradise of Eden.
Simplicity was not enough.
Submissiveness was not enough.
Reading the story of your life
on the fine print of your hand
was like making your name
out of the shapes on a Kandinsky painting:
How do you sleep when Eve’s legs are closed
for the night
and Dawn’s golden tresses are hidden in slumber?
You gave your ribs for her creation
but never call the morning after.
get up off of those knees,
he should never have stolen from that tree.