The fall of Lucifer was when the cell,
Believing itself not to have been a part
Of the overall body, the mother thigh

��������Rising up in flurried trunks
Of evergreens, willows, other unknown trees
For he was falling

Other unknown berries �
What were these yellow berries
Which tasted too bitter��������to eat. He fell,

��������And as he fell, from
��������All ��������He blossomed �
Till he overtook heaven

����������������Or the doctors cut him out



�2005 by Jack Anders