Anomy: Part III

This is the conclusion of Anomy: An Epic Poem in Three Parts

Anomy means a violation of divine law. A related term, anomie, is associated with sociologist Émile Durkheim, who characterizes it as the loosening of moral values which leads to social alienation and increased rates of suicide. The term 'anomy' had been used for at least three centuries before Durkheim to mean disregard for divine law. It often described anything or anyone against or outside the law, or a condition where the current laws were not applied resulting in a state of lawlessness.

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Eden is a green sea of seeds,

Overrun with fruits and leaves.

With every step, flowers bloom;

If you pick up soil, it isn’t long

Till you hold a plant in your palm

It is so fertile in Nature’s womb !

Red strawberries kiss the ground,

Oranges and tangerines abound

Next to yellow melons and pineapple,

Blueberries bloom as far as I can see,

Alongside raspberry and green kiwi

But nowhere could I find an apple.

I wandered through this lush maze

For so long I lost count of days

Eventually, by chance I did stumble

Upon a clear dell in the bramble

And there stood the colossal tree of life !

Its’ branches reach heaven and roots reach hell

And apples hang where its shadow fell

And I grabbed one and took a bite !

It taste sweeter than any food ever

And with this nibble, I'll live forever.

But in Eden, rebels have no place

And we who sin cannot stay

So God showed me the door.

My destination is civilization

To celebrate my transformation

And enjoy the earth for ever more.

Time is on my side, yes, it is

I live alongside all my kids

But I do not age with any generation

I’ve now lived a million years

and lingered on beyond my peers

I’ve even outlasted many a nation.

I bought a chess board one day,

And for twelve thousand years I played

Until I mastered the game;

I know every configuration of the board

But I must confess I have grown bored

And no longer want to play.

Though I don’t need sleep to survive,

I often slumber for years at a time;

I have for so long been alive.

On occasion I try to end my life

But when flesh fails, the apple provides

And my body will revive.

Man’s will to survive is a curiosity;

That now feels very strange to me.

I’m eons older than Methusaleh

And can’t wait till kingdom come;

It’s long past time I left the stage.

They say good comes to those who wait

But I now see no potential in my fate

For time itself has become my cage.

There is nowhere that I can flee

My endless sentence of apathy.

I pray God play my enemy;

And with his might, smite me

But He casts a blind eye to we

Who have committed anomy.