The Birth of Eve
by Judith Huang
You, and you alone
can lock the box
of my death -
You, and you alone
can put your mouth
to my breast -
You, and you alone
can part my lips
with your fingertips -
O God
O God
Adam is dead
O God Adam is dead
And there are only
blackened birds all here
Instead.
on the doors of Cathedral at Monreale, Sicily
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