Twentieth-Century Adam and Eve

A POEM

By Gwendolyn C. Carr | November 1983

As aliens yearn

For the native land.

We still return

To the garden —

Taste ancient fruit,

Graft seasoned sins

Onto new generations.

Age of Aquarius

(Bitter are the blossoms

Conceived in time’ last spasm)

Myth flames black…

The Chic and the Dead

Rocks that block the mouths of tombs

Give sermons of great gravity

On the benefits…

Failed Species?

For twenty million years or more

This planet fed the Dinosaur.

It makes you sit…