' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' Birth Of The World(For Helen) Poem by Dónall Dempsey
' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' Birth Of The World(For Helen)
It was quiet
as bone.
I felt I was
in a cage.
I was a curve
lost in space
not thinking
thinking of nothing
in particular
or perhaps 'Man...
I so want to be
outta here! '
Next minute
I was being
fashioned into
WOMAN.
My own
person
no longer just
part of him.
Even God had to admit
I was an immense
improvement
(I think he fancied
me himself)
on old Adam.
I thought the world
was my oyster
sent out for
some Chinese
spare ribs
smoothered in a black bean sauce.
Then I got on
with the business
of making
the world.
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4/24/2024 9:37:17 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Nice allegoric perspective to the business of world making :) I've never imagined the world like an oyster but its lovely - there is some spontaneous association with the Botticelli's Birth of Venus the world was my oyster sent out for some Chinese spare ribs smoothered in a black bean sauce.