Coup D'etat

Adam’s rib, patriarchal coup d’état,
Making Eve from Adam when each Adam
Bursts from belly below ribs of an Eve
As wily old Jehovah surely had seen

Suppose Eve slept, dreamt herself an Adam,
Different story, perhaps no better,
For mutual engendering is fact,
Doubling bodies come from so long ago

Every myth tries to answer mystery,
Succeeds partially, temporarily,
For the riddle is wriggly, wiggles
As Houdini from whodunit’s shackle

Can I grant myself reprieve from wonder?
Do doubt it, it do me, more than I, it