What We, Dusk Did

At dusk
We broke the seal.
Sun of Burn, Son of Abraham,
Brother of Abel, Brain of Caligula.
The smoke is for the ashes,
The Fire
Is for Us.

The grubs surface
From the log’s bowels –
Like fetid gnocchi, like Us –
And burst.
They are fireworks.
They herald Our coming.
They curse the butterfly,
Whose wing flapped this storm
Into existence.

We do too.
All too
Well. But not yet.

At dusk
We broke the seal.
Son of Aesop, Sugarcane Stars,
Daughter of Moon, Brother of Scars.

Don’t be shy.
We invented the wheel,
Y’all forced it into a halo.

We made the G-spot.
We made Pluto, and
Y’all killed her.
We made Mars.

The smoke is for the ashes.
The Fire
Is for Us.