Did she exist
As a person
Was she a myth
Did she live a life
Did she know
Her name
Her purpose
Her eventual fame
As the mother of life
Upon earth
Was she created of clay
Given life
A rib from a man
Was she aware
Modern
Able
Bright
And fair
Was she a petri dish
Where DNA
Was woven together
By science
Did she know her maker
As she walked in the garden
Did she know his name
Their names?
Was the Garden alive
Or was it a laboratory
Filled with science
Striving for perfection
By some distant hand
Creating
Godless
Godlike
Or was it all a story
And is human kind
An infection
Set like fire
To the earth
Since our birth
Since our genesis