If this world is fallen
then its fall is endless and controlled
around the sun, saved by a greater gravity
than what set it spinning; not so, our fall.
But there are other kinds and states
of falling: fallen cities, falling stars,
fallen angels and women, and here I speak
of that first falling away, that garden
where knowing was the bait
leading to sin and separation;
not everything that falls shatters and breaks.
No, ours is a slow fall
that does not strike anything
strong enough to stop it,
degrees of degradation
starting with that one bitten fruit
and ending in the ground.