And for a time
we lived our lives as gods:

when we were hungry,
we found feast.

We devoured the world,
we challenged all limits.

We took joy in naming
and claiming,

we marveled
over odd shape and contour,

the unexpected prickle
on tongue.

We celebrated all bodies,
not just our own,

exclaimed over the raw strength
clothed in such tender skin.

We believed the sweetness
would sustain us,

so we set our hearts
on the stone slab.

There we discovered bitter
seed, tough rind.

We were not brave enough
to call it regret

until many years later.