#poem #poetry #amwriting the vicar's tale iia

Genesis 2 via Hobbes

Commodious as the lubric sea, she.
She: he puzzles: not always there but there
before him; wife without name: self aware:
she: picking through the pockets, testing zips,
pulling at the fraying thread of buttons.
If the Leviathan be born of twins
with the second sibling fear, Mrs Melvin
did not give birth. She readily unfrocks.
Let the sheep of the contract commonwealth
foul the air: no sounding brass her voice,
with sleeves rolled up, dispensing charitas
for good or ill. He knows she sees in him
something of the remaining doubt, that he
secretly hides, in manifest campaigns
to grandly change the world. Where she resides
in incorporeal substantive acts.

and a woman's common sense
not to take her scripture neat