I am – eternal
dense and light
my feet billow
giving birth to another Universe –
antilopes run
careful
my arms trundle
housing a tomtit's nest
unperturbed –
I am – afraid
if I swing my head
humans might tumble out
– the End of my creation.
The rubber gloves and the cleaver were ready; the freezer had seemed an appropriate place to store them. She smiled. "Let the new year begin!"