Seeds of Knowledge
Our greatest grandmother took a bite from
the fruit of knowledge of evil and good.
Admittedly, the act was downright dumb,
since it was the only thing which she could
have done to give offense without hope of pardon.
Our greatest grandfather, equal in blame,
caused LandLord eviction from the garden,
after attempts to hide his naked shame.
But what if Eve got more than just a bite --
and smuggled seeds in folds of her new skirt?
There’s a possibility that we might
eat of that tree again; what could it hurt?
It’s a knowledge that we seem to have lost,
despite its dreadful value and its cost.
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