The consolation of penance

When Adam and Eve were sentenced
At the end of their trial before God
It must have felt like the end of the earth
Having to leave that paradise garden
And go out and till the land, scrape the earth
But how oddly ironic Adam must have found it
When he leaned his muscled frame on that firstborne hoe
And watched the dying sun of day
Lay an orange tint across the rows
Of beans and millet and olive trees
And find that he had oddly found a way
To regain that peace he thought he had lost
When the apple was shared and the shit hit the fan.