Man is the Angel with the Flaming Sword

This is a pantoum. a special form involving weaving repeated lines…note that the last stanza interweaves with the first.

Man is the Angel with the Flaming Sword

God has not closed Eden—we chose to go.
Innocent peace we left behind us there,
To chase instead the things we say we own.
There could never be enough for us to share.

Innocent peace we left behind us there,
So we could call ourselves the Master.
There could never be enough for us to share.
Though we work and play each day a little faster.

So we could call ourselves the Master,
We see our fellow creatures as mere things.
Though we work and play each day a little faster,
We’ll never know why the caged bird sings.

We see our fellow creatures as mere things.
When this world’s all used up, we’ll go to Mars!
We’ll never know why the caged bird sings,
But we’ve got the song on tape. So now it’s ours.

When this world’s all used up, we’ll go to Mars!
On Earth, the song of Eden echoes still.
But we’ve got the song on tape. So now it’s ours,
A pretty dream. But now, let’s all get real.

On Earth, the song of Eden echoes still…
To chase, instead of things we say we own?
A pretty dream. But now, let’s all get real…
God did not close Eden; we chose to go.