Adam
I am clay, dust,
Colour of rust,
Earthy, muddy,
Soil born, ruddy,
So feminine,
Cursed by sin.
Human from humus,
Earthling from the earth,
Adam from Adamah.
My (or her) chutzpah
Over-played our worth,
Caused history’s first ruckus.
So fruitful was the soil,
With every type of tree,
So pleasant to the taste,
And o so good to see.
But sin made all a waste
And turned my work to toil.
I, Adam, finest fruit
Of earth, its choicest crop.
For her I lost a rib,
Asleep became a crib,
The deftest divine chop
Made me the woman’s root.
I, Adam, living mud,
Once risen from the ground,
Now eaten by its jaws,
It opens for my blood,
And held within its claws
I wake and walk earthbound.
The soil is water,
Washing, baptising,
The wheat grain dying;
The rotting, crying,
Are fertilising,
Making son, daughter.
Then born anew,
The mud made true,
Mankind untrapped,
Now heaven rapt,
The victory won,
The curse undone.
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