Quoth the Serpent

“The Masters say,
Such knowledge
Shall destroy us.”

“The Masters fear
Such knowledge
Shall make you their equal.”

“What are
The Three Lights
Teacher?”

“The Three Lights
Are Sun, Lightning and Fire
My child.”

“And whence come they
Teacher?”

“The Sun warms
The waters.
They fly to the Heavens
They breed lightning
That sets the fires
Upon the earth.”

“And whence
Comes the Sun
Teacher?”

“That,
No one knows,
My child.
But, there are those
Who say
That one day
The entire play
Shall turn back,
Upon itself.”

And Prometheus
Stole the fire
From the lightning
That was Heaven’s gift
To earth.

And men used it
To forge weapons
Of destruction.
It was the work of Satan.

And Satan told Thales
And Pythagoras and Archimedes
To spy further
On poor, unsuspecting Mother Nature.
And they raped her!

And their progeny
Yielded up a cacophony
From Jesus to Thomas Aquinas
Their unsanctified spawn
Gave us Newton
And Benjamin Franklin
The man who stole lightning
From Heaven.

And the power of lightning
Gave us fission and fusion
Over which we do not yet have dominion.

Great lights mean great power
The image of the Sunflower!
The image of the honeybee
A myriad cells
Too tiny to see
Fashioned exquisitely.

And it’s all derived
From that naïve Sumerian scribe
The one who told us about Eve
And the garden in the trees
Where our forefathers played naked in the leaves
Without shame or fear for themselves.
Now how, exactly, did he know about that?




© Copyright Jerome Raymond Kraus 2005