She’s up in the Grotto Again

Muse of exile,

Mother of the road

What if it had been you and not

Your son driven out, made outcast,

You wandering off, all three boys

Left to shift for themselves back home?

Mythology would have given

Them some kind of magical wife

Or wives, some twist ex machina

To keep their creation going,

But what would there have been for you?

I like the idea of your tale better,

Eve, free at last, meandering,

Really pulling it off and not

Just burdened with too much knowledge.

Eve, the proper taxonomist,

Capable of understanding

The Darwinian behaviors

Of a planet abundantly

Prone to good and evil.

Let us know when you discover

How to live outside these old myths.