ADAM - Dominic Soon

when Adam found something to hide
the unflattering paunch he was developing
(there was no sweat and toil in Paradise)
he was glad that it matched, quite forcibly,
the colour of his eyes instead of his skin.
he must have been sick of himself, his
pasty clay figure shaped out of mud
and worse, puckered with imperfections,
a helpless, uncompromising picture.

but now he had perfection, proudly engineered
by thermal underwear in the dregs of winter,
and thin cotton shirts for scorched dry days,
even tough denim jeans so he wouldn't leave bloodstains
when sitting on rocky crags. best of all was when
Eve, in a golden evening gown, leaned over
during a candlelight dinner and fondled his tuxedo
then moved down, whispering, "You are the man for all times."

Adam, be proud that you bit the apple which
brought you striding out of Eden. neither God
nor archangels wingtip-to-wingtip could hold you back.
not the wooden pawn but the player now.
you breathed life into yourself.

it's been one heck of a party, Adam.
I still crack up when God sent his only son to find out
what the hell the commotion was all about.


dominic soon, the first non-published poet to get featured on my poetry site. hahah okay, dom's a really good friend of mine. hee hee, he says this poem really reflects his take on theology, that the bible begin with a story of liberation and not a story of castigation.