Genesis

It was an act of compulsion,
Resistant darkness flexing,
Gripped by the act of becoming.
A fish in a fist.
The asymptotes struggled.
Then God broke the back of the darkness.
The black nought of entropy ignited.

In the tsunami of the Great Silence
The scream of the tortured zero
Endured its convulsions.
Infinity suffered,
Coerced to a marathon outgulf.

And God fashioned,
Wrestling a purpose from the bursting fires,
Demanding that the recombinant intertias
Inflict his victory.

In the vice of expansion
He forced
The unshaped to become the self-shaping.
The elemental clay
Turned liquid with a gasp.
The rivers whispered,
Bewildered by their waters.

The result?
Nine sweet sugars on a waking tongue.
A gemstone rainbow in the blue dome of heaven.
The octopus oceans,
The scorpion spectrum,
The zebra-giraffe.

And the man:
Adam.
Sitting at the traffic light,
Foot on the clutch,
Chewing gum,
Thinking of spicy fried chicken.

Reviews

[Sweet Brevity]

Yes! Winner ;) Engrossed with smiles.

[Jo]

this is the best poem I have read on this site yet. The act of creation is portrayed as shockingly violent and while this is totally opposed to my own perception of it, it nevertheless, deftly reminds the reader of God's might and domination. The imagery is startlingly beautiful and the twist of irony at the end makes one want to reread.

Very smart.