father of lies

{ October 25, 2009 @ 9:05 pm } · { poetry }

They say the apple doesn’t fall from the tree.

I wish it did.

The tree is rotten, shredded by hacking termites

But glistening is the reflection of wisdom and knowledge of good and Evil.

If the seed rejects its metamorphosis and aspires to be autonomous of what is written

How then should it be perceived?

Fathers of serpents, sons of invention

The cyclical repetition ends with a beating of the heart.

No more shall the fruit drop rotten and grotesque

But through heedful eyes will the film and lead be foreign to this spawn.

Through patience and skillful virtue axes will chop the dead stalks, tall and deceptive.

Faith will replace falsity; truth will trample the tongue

And no more shall the apple aspire to be an orange.

-Edward Westover

Sept. 18^th, 2009

Father of Lies.