Remnant

 

So I planted in the yard two trees;

The knowledge of good and evil and

The tree of life.

I sit my son between them

And will him to choose life,

While he eats knowledge,

Insanity is the same old plan.

Frankenstein never dies

And his monster always resurrects.

Prometheus strains at his bonds

And we as parents fail and fail again.

Insanity is man's recycling plan.

Is this love, the anguish that I feel?

Or remorse because I am

Not hailed as at last triumphant?

I alone Successful, in a consistent

Line of failures, while all along

The veil of separation hangs in

Tatters over stage door right.

And as the sun sets golden

Between the fluttering remnants I

Watch mute and stubborn as

My son plants two trees in his yard.

Sandra K. Woodiwiss © 2012