eurrrth

Would it that the earth began again,
oceans of rock spraying up on the stones,
lightning constant, like tragic whispers,
thunder the panting, hungry breathing
of an infant world, beginning world, the Word
that opened moist, rocky chasms
in the throats of primates, who were reborn
fondling and snapping
sticks and shells
and making love, and battle cries,
ringing out through metal and digits and space,
passing over the dead ears of failed planets.