Still Waters

In the Beginning...

‘In the beginning God created the heaven and the earth;
And the earth was without form, and void;
and darkness was upon the face of the deep.
And the Spirit of God moved upon the face of the waters.
And God said, let there be light: and there was light.’

From the deepest depths of the sounding sea
No mark of man was left upon the shore
No print to soil or shock to spoil the stage
Just a fingers-touch to bear creation
The sun-flashed flesh of nakedness exposed 
The visceral blood tinged body ossein
Muscle flexed tendon anchored and strung
bearing the beat of this oscillating heart.

Then words forming loam-like of heavy tongue
Mouths articulating dominion
Over silver-slimed swimmers of serous
Over the hoary-haired claws of terrene
Over the sentient breaths of zephyr
Torn toothed fresh feathered or hung to the hook
Carnal bloodied hearts ripped from creation
Stilled souls screaming in unison, more, more.

Then stillness bespoke soft dreams of ruin
As full fisted lusts of life forged forward
Crying, yes, yes, as the grey Earth sank low
Under the pulse of vacillating hoards
Fields laid waste, oceans defiled, lungs encroached
Wrenched wide with a white cyanide tide
With solvent shores revealing ragged scars
Exposed air the infractions of pink light.

Then the Earth, consuming noisome cuisine
Enjoys not the meal, repulses the fare 
Spits back, chucks up, regurgitates all
’til not a morsel remains of the fool
Ensuring no mark is left on the shore
No print or shock to mark the fall 
No one to recall and no one to care
Just an error in the scheme of it all.