On The Fifth Day Poem by gershon hepner

On The Fifth Day

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On the fifth day when God made
a creature called Leviathan
the angels all tried to dissuade
Him from His plan of making Man
before the Sabbath on day six,
of all his creatures far the best,
He thought. Angelic politics
this view most strongly would contest.
They feared he’s be a mightier beast
than one God plays with and no hooks
can pull. He promised man would feast
upon the creature’s flesh, de luxe
entrée that follows the hors d’oeuvres
prepared for man the final day.
The recipe is closely guarded
by the angels who must serve
mere men, whom they believe retarded,
although God emphasized He made
them in His image, like an icon.
We know this since we have replayed
the words He spoke––he left His mike on!
God values him above all price,
like woman vaunted for her valor,
on earth his piece of paradise,
more valued than rare pearls whose pallor
is whiteness of a woman’s thighs,
whose lips than rubies are much redder,
the fire warming man when ice
is in his soul to love and bed her.
Far greater than Leviathan
would be the twosome God created,
sticking closely to His plan
although the angels weren’t elated,
creating first the food the twosome
for man when he is wined and dined
by God in paradise, most toothsome,
God’s Wonderchild, His Wunderkind.

Male and female He created,
God-like the design would strike him,
one flesh only when they mated,
Man and Woman, looking like Him.
“Let us make them thus, ” He said,
to the angels, who demurred;
though the primate turned biped,
their own image they preferred.
But the last thing that God made
on the sixth day, Sabbath eve,
was the Man whom angels prayed
God would never thus conceive.
Greater than Leviathan,
created early on day five,
than God lesser only, Man
despite the angels came alive.
Only he by God was made
without help from God’s assistants––
angels somewhat renegade
in their anti-Man resistance.
Now of beings he alone
is like God whom he resembles;
He’d not have made him had He known
man alone of beasts dissembles.
That lacuna in His knowledge
led to Man’s creation, tale
which if believed by youths in college
guarantees that they will fail.

2/15/04,4/10/06

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Gina Onyemaechi 11 April 2006

Love the way you tell it, Gershy, especially the mini-anecdotes that you inser ('He left his mike on! ') . What's 'midrash', though? Gina.

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