The snake spake its lies
in soothing pigeon-cooed voice.

Eve heard the fang-words
dripping with evil

did not pluck the apple
in her naked hand

snatched the snake
by its shiny throat

throttled it until
it writhed its last

lay limp on the branch
eyes glazed in amazement

apple-branch, spit-roasted it,
sated drooling Adam.

Originally published in the Communicator's League