Second Adam

Second Adam

Allen Jacob Serrano

He’s here standing in the fall –
much on His mind at this midnight hour,
patiently replanting what was purloined,
after something so carnal has slithered past.

In a massive circle of anonymous ones,
blanketed by guilt in the paradise they fleshed out,
He, the only man daring to use His name,
retreats in solitude to tour among the trees.

He wails down and dirty, blood on His brow,
as they slumber wholly in nakedness,
their pleasures whisking Him away,
and His cry is unearthed in the gardening:

“My deliverance is your recovery.”
“Where you are is not where you will stay.”
“Come out of hiding.”
“I am taking you back home.”

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Allen Jacob Serrano
Poet 

This is Allen's first formal publication. He lives in Southern California and is an amateur poet who appreciates the intersection of art, human stories, and faith. In postgraduate life, he hopes to cultivate his passions further and dabble in different creative avenues. You can view more of Allen's work and reach him on his Instagram: @icarusandtheson 

Photography by Alireza Edalati