HEADLESS DOLL

(Otherwise known as Uncreation Myth)

 

_In the beginning everything was hate_blighted world twirling on the stitch of a pin_

Came chorus of flood: frost upon frost_heatwave upon heatwave_our angel-laden

Father God who art garbled in heaven_little quaver of radio waves be Thy Name_

His sandlight sieved_trembling through the epochs_thus bespoke Mary Mother

Of Midnight, throat full of scorch_She who, pretend-lit, mythologized a match_coughed

Up the stars_next came Story, sputtering forth like first sting of rain_great wound in

The sky while all of eternity assiduously twitching_Poetry came later_clutching its gifts

Of syllables: skulls + breath + blood + bones_blanketed of a flesh so bereft like a Second skin of longing_marbled eyes floating up through time’s punch bowl_spiked of dawn’s

Bitter lemons_a pinch of dusk here_peach pit of melancholy there_& every precious Aftermore tumbling toward its hallelujah_finely gauzed in this_spindly schism of isms_

Tenderest, the gallant rush of gushingly_