After the Fall

I speak the oblique language

of people and children,

forever expressing,

forever repressing themselves,

so rarely forgetting themselves,

seen in others.

All men should be brothers

and stop fucking around

with the balance of nature,

and letting the creatures become

the creation of this last generation

of life — as we know it,

and the sooner we blow it,

the better for all —

since after the Fall.