I would be Adam leafless in the garden with all my ribs about me one day more. For one more day the Voice be off the air a Heavenly silence in which I find my feet and flex my fingers to grasp the Situation.
I doan like it.
To be creation's clown a six day wonder a ten toed bi-ped with this bag of pebbles that wobble when I walk.
He should have held his breath. Five days was plenty. Earth, sea, beasts, fowl, then feet up.
Make feathers fly and finish.
Peacocks. Full stop.
Peacocks was really great.
A poem by Seán Rafferty, reprinted from Poems (Etruscan) with permission.