When all of space was only me—the dark bird
Multitudinous suns within the very core of me
Burned in that first bright way—
Before I spat out the detritus
Of every yesterday universe
To form the spangled universe of now—
All was dark without before.
I—Great Croaker of creation
Raider of nests — eater of eggs
Cleanser of cadavers
Made you all.
I—Great Gleaner of Time
Can just as easily unmake you
With one peck of my beak.
Beware the coming thunder of my wings
Only goodness can save you now
January 2nd 1999