capital W: a continuation on Eve's side of the creation story
A capital “W” Woman walks into a forest
with an axe.
The trees are copper wires.
As she steps in, the bark’s cords
suddenly
yank the ground towards the sky.
The forest cries
as its black rivers water-
-fall
onto the meadow bed
: A capital “G” Garden.
This Woman,
looks up to the sky
through the webbing nets
of black vines.
She hurls the axe into the base of her favorite tree:
knowledge good and evil and everything in between.
It falls with thirteen swings.
This capital "W" Woman,
looks up to her capital "G" God
and says,
“Does this make us even?”
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