The gods came out of the water, paired in twos,
steam rising, their bodies already dry,
strong intent awake in their eyes, sacred defiance,
twins regaled in silk and gentian, he and she
beginning to copulate right there on the shore,
begetting each a greater God before perishing,
leaving the spawned throng of the heavens there
alone on the sand, arching, rearing, and bellowing.
And so was Day 1.

© Chagall 2015