IF ever there was a beginning
there was no god in it
there was no Verb
no Voice
no Word.
There was nothing to say:
Let there be light!
All that story of Mr God switching on day
is just conceit.
Just man’s conceit!
— Who made the Sun?
— My child, I cannot tell a lie,
I made it!
George Washington’s Grandpapa!
All we can honestly imagine in the beginning
is the incomprehensible plasm of life, of creation struggling
and becoming light.