Children of God

Enrobed in Asexuality,
all the young gods,
floating in futility,
somewhere between here
and Heaven...
watching in wonderment
the works of the Word.

Passively sucking on the teat
of impending insurrection;
their thoughts:–
subterraneans in
dark, earthy caverns,
evolving from the primordial
to a higher form of sin.

Hollow things:– clayey
in concept and human
in appearance:– children
playing games without
considering their
consequences... but
then, "children" don't...
 
 

I was brought up inordinately interested in the notion of sin. I knew what the party line was but I’ve never really got it. What really bothered me was the fact that as I’d been born in sin—all Adam’s fault—sinning came quite naturally to me; it was much harder not to sin. But not impossible. That said no matter how much effort I put into not sinning—and, indeed, managing not to sin—I would still never not be a sinner. So what was the point? 

Like Adam and Eve the angels were all created perfect and sinless and so it was much easier for them not to sin; not sinning was their default setting. But that doesn’t mean they were incapable of sinning. And clearly many chose to, a “third of the stars of heaven” in Revelation is to be believed. They decided they liked the look of sex even though they were designed, at least according to Jesus, not to marry took on human form and frolicked with the daughters of men. They went against their nature.

This poem is me thinking about the transition from spirit creature to human form and trying to understand why curiosity was such a bad thing. And, of course, written by a young man who was intensely curious about everything to do with sex. I probably got the idea from Eliot’s ‘The Hollow Men’.

‘Children of God’ has never been published. Probably because there were two huge typos in it which I’ve fixed.