I was one, I was one, one
Of the great dark trees of God
That had sheltered angels, trees
That had been home to monsters
Who cared for them as shepherds
Cared for their flocks, long before
Shepherds or flocks existed.
I will tell you a secret
I've been hiding in my shade:
We cedars were the monsters,
We were the angels ourselves,
We drove you from our gardens,
We had wills. When you returned,
Our punishment was your lust.
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