The New Eve

The New Eve is rising From the pages of a burnt Bible From the roadsides and the gutters The marshes and the meadows From the pulpits and the cafes From the forests and our backbones The New Eve is curious and free She eats what she wants to eat Every fruit from every tree She devours, guiltlessly And thick, red fruit blood run down her hungry mouth And thick, red fruit blood run down her naked thighs The New Eve is not ashamed when she bleeds The New Eve spits out the seeds from the fruit of the forbidden tree And then she plants them, carefully Nurturing an orchard of apple trees The New Eve is of earth Granite, ochre, magma, dirt All the bones in her body are holy All the stones in her pockets are homely She is an animal among animals A human among humans Wild and full or purpose Tender and ferocious Limbs and loins burning of lust And the New Eve fucks The New Eve fucks if she wants to The New Eve says "no" if she doesn't want to And there is no God to save you if you fail to listen The New Eve has autonomy over her soul and her body The New Eve has learned to scream To strand straight To sing To speak The New Eve eats baked beans Cries into her pillow, watches TV The New Eves runs across ancient fields At the dawn of humanity The New Eve is 13, the New Eve is 80 She plays the guitar and she has a baby The New Eve is you and me And the New Eve will not leave She has grabbed the flaming sword from the jealous angels and with grace she is wielding it towards the seven heavens Dancing into battle, inviting you to join