Ross Gay - Praising the Snake lyrics

Today as the season of bloom truly begins its retreat in the form of the neighbor lady cutting back her lilies, and the anxious look of crickets, and the lull between certain birdsong, I'm praising the snake its silvery tongue. I'm praising Eve and Adam their hunger and wondering the explosion's million colors. Heartbreak, as the boundless path unfolded and the cold took hold? What then of God? Did crave still have his name? Or did the hand that drew the two from dust loosen its grip as they studied the taste of each other's mouths, as their own hands made the first human cries beneath that night? And when that song reached their God, didn't he smile, and caress the slithering thing in his lap, both of them proud of their children's first steps?