Chris Tusa

Rookie (01.01,72 / New Orleans, Louisiana)

The Birth Of Night - Poem by Chris Tusa

The earth was without form, and void;
and darkness was on the face of the deep.
-Genesis 1: 2

When the earth was merely a lump of phlegm
sticky in the hollow of God’s throat,
silence wheezed and I was born,
dark and clean, a black breath sucked deep
from an empty space in his lung.

It was I who swallowed the sun,
who woke before the orange-red blush
ripened in the leaves of trees
where fruit hung heavy-
I who carved the edges of the moon,
who sharpened stars like teeth.

Gloriously divided from light,
I was the world’s one dark element,
long before the shape of Man
blinked in a red puff of clay
and Eve’s pale-fisted body squirmed
in the bony womb of Adam’s rib.

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  • (7/10/2005 9:51:00 AM)

    I love 'bony womb of Adam's rib'! ,
    'sharpened stars like teeth'!
    Your language is like, well, like a sumptuous dessert,
    is the what comes to mind!

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, July 9, 2005

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