Genesis

Emily Dyer

Red bead strung in pain
drops
and is wasted.
Drops
and is wasted again.

Drops
and my eyes are opened.

Bite
and now I am wise.

What is this that thou hast done?
I ate and now I am full.

Red and beautiful.
I chose my paradise.

My cup is running over.

I drink of it all the days of my life.