Then, He took a holidaydipped His loosened
hair in the calm seas, rested, then slept,
while the word Good repeated itself
in His stupor for each day He had worked.
GOOD, GOOD, GOOD, GOOD, GOOD, GOOD
it was, wasn't it? GOOD GOADED GOD
so much that on the eighth day
His hair matted to His headHe awoke
with a start in a terrible sweat with the shakes
and a fever and a too labored shout
over what He had birthed.