In the beginning was the word and the word was god and the word was ’bang!’ and the word was the stomach of a horse and the word took the form of crow shit and the word was water falling between the thighs of the mother of nothing and the word was om keshavaya namaha namaha
At the end there was the absence of breath and two blind birds and a ship made from dead men’s nails and a world-long snake with a thousand heads and the closing of the gates of the garden and ten-faced lions and seven times seven times seven and endless potential and a single old man
Calling the name of his son not knowing
The shape of his name
Was ‘all’.
