In the beginning…Him

formless and empty

dusted off Man

lying beneath the Knowledge Tree

tossed a spare rib

to seed a woman

skin and blistered

Soon they knew     

flat-bellied serpent

forked tongue stung,

tied and  muted

a couple of swells

damned in time.

Him.

And in the end, she

cow-heft , colossal

taut as a drum,

Face-lifted

ready for the final fling

ribs, hips and bone

shift and flood

uncrumpling life,

canyon echoes

hang in her hair

Her.