Drowned Eden

A taste of what can never be,
East of Eden marked but free,
A leap from man to swine to sea,
Glimpsing paradise.

Rock in hand stained deep with red,
Primal instinct born and bred,
Unwilling sacrifice, blessed be the dead,
Grasping freedom.

Just punishment, his well earned plight,
Shackled still but taking flight,
Reach for glory, no care for what’s right,
Going cold.

Eden rots, its dying day,
Its tree stripped bare, the only way,
Thousands damned all seem to say,
“We had no choice.”