With a mouth full of cock she thought
how St. John wrestled with the horsemen at Patmos
how there is no civilization in the lion plain;
only life
and how Michelangelo quickly realized
that the Sistine Chapel was a mistake
that the dawn is always enough
and the voice of the rooster
can be heard anywhere.
And back before the universe was a dot
after there was a great rush of fire
and methane
and meteors dropped like dead sparrows
to the barren earth,
in some slime-gifted pool
jelly crawled from the guts of the sea
to bring the first taste of salt
to the land.
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