Then Adam, to reluctant Eve 
Said, come, my love, it’s time to leave
This wilderness, why grudge and grieve?—
We’ll name the creatures as they pass—
White oryx, bonobo, wild ass,
The dodo, lynx, rhinoceros.
Eve hushed her pair of squabbling sons–
Would they stop brawling for the nonce?
A child to be, rocked in suspense
In cradle bones. Each hove their load,
They’d learn to reap just what they sowed,
And picked some apples for the road,
Left winking waters, leaf-lit trees,
Birds, schools of minnows, hives of bees,
And died in the desert, as refugees.
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So say the ancient prophecies.
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