Of the Origin of the Gods: A Catechism.
I am that God who was already there in the scattered water
at the back of time before now.
I am the last one.
Who is this?
This is the God who was not a child,
the first one before you, the last one behind you,
the God of no face and no flesh who nevertheless faces you.
Explain this.
This is that God who came to himself and knew his own name,
in that name naming.
And the great train of gods was called out
of the darkness of his mouth.
I am that God who named his own parts
and they rose up around me shining.
Who is this?
Explain it.
Some say these are the millions of years in which
all things come to pass.
Some say the name of this God is island, or pillar, or gate.
Others however say the god is a dead body sealed up
in the ground, a piece of shit at the bottom of a lake.
The name of the God is hidden.
It has already disappeared into the darkness of shapes.
It watches, it devours, it wraps itself in the hair of animals,
it hides its face in the flames of heaven.
Its mouth is the dead wind in the heat of midday.
Its two eyes roar with light.
This is the God in whose body I walk, in whom I stand upright.
The feet and legs of the god, the moving phallus, the womb,
the hair shaken over the brow, the arms
outstretched from star to star.