Reinterpreting the bible

4 am, reinterpreting the bible

the moon is high
silky clouds creeping over
she wouldn’t shut her eye
four o’clock in the morning

a bit too cold to be standing out
on the balcony and ponder
the fragile shapes of the garden
emerging from the dark

the birds are crying
cause i’m just loosing
my second rib to my second daughter

the snake is gone
but there’s porn in the frogpond
i smoke some tree and the scene is over