Pure Eve and the Serpent
Not one of us is wholly human. So
They say. They mean that we are part divine
Or that we have angelic bits, or low
Down stuff in us; we’re worse than stinking swine,
Yack, yack, yack, blah, blah. Blindly this ignores
The obvious truth. Of course we’re vampiric;
Of course we’re werewolfish, virgins and whores.
That’s what human is. Lob a panegyric
To echo from the skies that, yes, like Christ
We’re human—because we are divine, in
Imago dei made. We have a tryst
With higher beauty and reptilian sin.
Our elevated frontal brains partake
Of Godlikeness, the hindparts, of the snake.