Mortality

by: Jeffrey Subramanian

Come out of endlessness, we came to earth –

This Eden – with a Garden for a home.

But to progress, we had to fall and roam

Terrestrial terra in the dirt of dearth.

We wanted kids; our sorrow was their worth:

To till the land or to conceive in groan

Were what we got, and this was just a moan

In our enduring seasons. There was mirth;

And later there was murder. Cain was able

To use his hand for evil, but this crime

Was nothing next to Nimrod – ugly hunter –

Who built a tower to try to find the wonder

Of endlessness; but our lot from the cradle

Was, with ticked fate to suck the teat of time.