Genesis
no rib bones please!
In the beginning, before God checked his to-do list: we needed a storyteller
who in turn needed an audience. The flocks of fools, the foals of philosophers
were washed out by the Great Flood. Few parrots metamorphosed into images
of God, perched on papyrus rolls, planning to play Babel O Babel. The mules of
Cain shipped them to a Pyramid and a Sphinx will guard them till doomsday.
Later, Judas and Jesus will proclaim a new dawn: no rib bones please!
Ankur Jyoti Saikia (he/ him) is a forestry researcher based in India who believes in his self-coined maxim 'scribble, submit, repeat.' Twitter & Instagram: @amythfromassam
