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 cafés

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 of 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 stand straight, to sing, to speak.

The New Eve eats baked beans

cries into her pillow, watches TV

The New Eve runs across fields

at the dawn of humanity

The New Eve is thirteen

The New Eve is eighty

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’s wielding it towards the seven heavens

dancing into battle

inviting you to join.