And on the seventh day, we found HER temple, feasted
on HER sight. Enthroned. Flanked by mammoths on both
sides. There, there! Berry-ringed fingers on berry-strung
vines: vision clipped with paralysed sparrow eyes. Sunrays
protrude from lava mane like dipped daggers jutting out to
reveal bejewelled testicles dangling from ear-shells glimmering
with — yes, with new blood. Panthers lap the place with heavy
paw, leaving vales where they go, mountains where they sleep,
pools frozen in time everywhere they weep. Round HER ankles looped
a branch dotted by and by with silver bells, metallicized stalks
for clappers — chime, chimera, chime! SHE lit the jungle in HER
cigar, clapped twice, then queendom shattered into
harmony. Shark swam with sloth and lion dined with deer,
and I, the ermine-furred freak-of-the-land, am here.
by Flavius Covaci
