End of All Flesh

End of All Flesh

To our patron who spoiled 

          Us with wine—

We're allowed, once again, to smell, 

To hear the Garden in the West—

Angel, home bound 

                         Because of gout 

Who spoiled us with sofas—

Couched like coon cats 

     Chonky underneath the noon sun—

Meowing mindfully for our nip. 

               Man, grown inside one throat, 

From dust, exploding through nose, ears—

"Damn! If you're awake, read the first

Few chapters…it will fuck you up!" 

It's not instinct, or bloodthirst, 

       Or what? Or something worse—

"Adam blames Eve; she blames 

A talking snake; Nobodaddy deals."

     Blue eyes cryin' rain in the rain—

O these girls won't let me be me—

"Then Cain's a vegan whose offerings 

Get no love, but Abel's roasted lamb does!"

     Mentality of strike first 

Whether or not you know your opponent—

"Cain can't kill the Critic, so he buries 

The competition beneath his orchard." 

          Like, don't overthink it— attack.

"I'm tellin' you, Angel, giants were born."

Upon time future passed

                    Dedicated punishment—

"Our Sinner-in-Chief is so pissed off!

He loves Him some first person plurality!"

          As in here we go—

"Genesis Maker then flips out over His 

Crappy creation and basically scuttles it all."

          Open with Najdorf or Grünfeld?

Every family has to give one to the faith—

"Everybody He just spent time naming,

Dead —He's the best at naming the dead."  

Then they lost their homes in the flood.

But saving some creeping things,

Purplish ferns with fuzzy tentacles,

     Stumpy cacti with soft fuzz—

"Elaborate planning based upon

          Cubits and counting."

                    Those who get no love—

"He does the counting, as well as naming."

Two Enochs, neither saved.

          One Enos, also drowned.

"Still, those names are all under water, 

With Lamech and his wives and children."

     —How Shem's thistles must

     Grow from inside a dove's throat, 

Exploding from nose and ears—

We're allowed, once again, to smell, 

     To hear the Garden to the West.