Theology

I, too, come to that tree
and having heard the story
am patient before choosing.
That serpent is still crafty though
and so points to the highest branch,
over to the left, where the leaves
occasionally brush against the tree
of life (on a breezy day). There,
a small dark fruit hangs.
"What fruit is that," I ask with
squinting eyes. The snake replies:
"theology."

Now, the dense fruit in my hand,
the serpent's promise comes,
"You will be like God," and
having heard the story, I am
already swallowing. Then, true
to that serpents word, I crash
into the bushes in search of God.
"Where are you?!" I shout.
His answer comes: "I heard you
in the garden, so I hid."
And seeing his naked body
I pronounce my own curse:
"Put your clothes on, Lord."