Guillermo Veloso

(September 25 1962 / New York City)

As It Should


And Adam looked above at the first
Stars, alit and new
Spinning and his alone
Scripture still unwritten and formless
As it should
No creator had shouted his name
No belief to stain the virgin dawn
No dew had fallen of midnight's tears
For no midnight had come and
The moon was free of its fears
Dark light and light dark
As it should
No holy screams invaded the sacred
Sleep of Adam
No heavy hand; no breath stinking
Of sanctity
Life, new and pure
Demanded nothing
As it should
Time marched on its maiden flight
Ticking its first moments
Time slept peaceful, remorseless
As it should
Abraham, his descendants and blood
Lay in distant books and dreams

Submitted: Monday, August 19, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, August 20, 2013
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