On the death of her son
From forseeable betrayal
There are contemplations of beauty.
Her sorrow then cannot be but precursor
To a Promethean blind hope
That Death might itselfNecessitate a salvation that only a medieval might understand.
But Adam surely died.
Did she cradle him in her arms?
I prefer to think she did--and Michealangelo captured something
Of the paradox in the Pieta:
A Mother mourning the death of the First Son, even
As an Eve shed tears for the passing of the second.
(image: (c) "The First Mourning." William Adolph Bourguereau