The Day Poetry Was Born
By
Radiance Angelina Petro
The day the banished couple
sat desperately trying to sew
together the fallen leaves of paradise,
was the day poetry was born.
With the first steps they took away
from that garden, poetry became
a mountain of trees, overshadowing
the two they left behind.
Walk now with them.
Remove the unnecessary leaves.
Move in pure sound and naked images.
Say with me: “Fuck the rules!”
And do not grovel at the feet
of any god’s conditional love.
Trust your desires. Follow Lilith’s way.
She will shelter you from the coming rain.
She will open the better ark of her body,
and invite you in, along with all the others
left to drown.
Adventure with her with the raven’s words.
Let them go in search of land
and hope like hell it’s never found.