another genesis account

Makebelieve 

by Pádraig Ó Tuama

And on the first day

god made 

something up.

Then everything came along: 

seconds, sex and 

beasts and breaths and rabies;

hunger, healing, 

lust and lust's rejections;

swarming things that swarm

inside the dirt;

girth and grind

and grit and shit and all shit's functions;

rings inside the treetrunk

and branches broken by the snow;

pigs' hearts and stars,

mystery, suspense and stingrays;

insects, blood

and interests and death;

eventually, us, 

with all our viruses, laments and curiosities; 

all our songs and made-up stories; 

and our songs about the stories we've forgotten;

and all that we've forgotten we've forgotten;

and to hold it all together god made time

and those rhyming seasons

that display decay.