Forbidden Fall
—The Gravity Newton Did Not Measure—
Beneath the apple's fall, he marked the ground,
and read in its descent the law of weight;
from that brief wound where heaven touched the bound,
he drew the occult grammar of our Fate.
Had he observed us with that fathoming eye—
the hand withheld when mercy sued for bread;
the father schooling silence, lest the cry
of what he loved arraign the prosperous dead;
the man who heard a stranger's final plea
and found his inward kingdom void of voice;
the prince who minted grief into decree,
while living names were forfeit to his choice—
he might have measured, under civil skies,
the altitude where human uprightness dies.
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