Creation

By: Tejas Ranade

2008

As Thor unveiled the sky so bright,

With Indra and Ishtar at his side that night,
Was the inception of the Image, the Image of God
For their lightning was consumed by mankind.
He tore at the ground, unleashed its essence
Too much for words, too little for sounds
That come hither with man’s footsteps behind.
You need no Good Book,
For you rule the night away to dawn
which never sings so sweetly again
And law of curled smoke wafting from underworld
unseen
That drenches you with passion of the iron moon
And so you reign
Without right,
Or light,
Or Babylon