By Richard Mather
God was striding the heavens
when Snake emerged
from a bone black gap
between the wet green grasses.
Six days passed and Earth
was in the belly of Snake
and the cosmos reduced
to a pile of newsprint.
God tore his clothes
and made for himself
a garment of lamentations.
But Snake, pitiless, scoffed him
beneath the apple tree.
And the universe was void
of life, except, of course,
for Snake…
and you and me (obviously).
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