Stephen Vincent Benet

For All Blasphemers

Adam was my grandfather, 
A tall, spoiled child, 
A red, clay tower 
In Eden, green and mild. 
He ripped the Sinful Pippin 
From its sanctimonious limb. 
Adam was my grandfather 
And I take after him. 

Noah was my uncle 
And he got dead drunk. 
There were planets in his liquor-can 
And lizards in his bunk. 
He fell into the Bottomless 
Past Hell's most shrinking star. 
Old Aunt Fate has often said 
How much alike we are. 

Lilith, she's my sweetheart 
Till my heartstrings break, 
Most of her is honey-pale 
And all of her is snake. 
Sweet as secret thievery, 
I kiss her all I can, 
While Somebody Above remarks 
"That's not a nice young man!" 

Bacchus was my brother, 
Nimrod is my friend. 
All of them have talked to me 
On how such courses end. 
But when His Worship takes me up 
How can I fare but well? 
For who in gaudy Hell will care? 
And I shall be in Hell.