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