Man, made of atoms of dust and mud,
crawled up out of the primordial ooze,
taking millennia to do it.
Man looked on the dust and mud
and said, “It is good.”
And more millennia passed.

And man used the dust and mud to breed animals
like cows and sheep and dogs
and to grow plants and trees
and to build things like temples
and dwellings for his family
and paintings and music
and fortifications and weapons.
And man looked on them
and said, “It is good.”
And centuries passed.

And man found the atoms in the dust and mud
and used them to make more things
like fuels and ornaments and plastics
and trains and highways and airplanes
and great sculptures and symphonies
and computers and nuclear bombs
and big universities where they studied
how to make more and bigger things
out of what they found in the dust and mud.
And man looked on them
and said, “It is good.”
And years passed.

And man looked and saw the possibilities
of making engines big enough to explore the stars
and weapons big enough to destroy cities
and kept looking and building more and more
until the things he built were so many and so big
that there was no more room for his kindred,
for all the men and all the things they had built.
And so they quarreled over the things,
over the dust and mud it all began with,
and over who owned the dust, the mud,
and all the things they had built.

And in their quarrel they forgot about
the temples and dwelling places and farms,
the universities where they studied,
their arts, their culture, their history,
their kindred, and all that they had built,
and decided to use their weapons,
their computers and their nuclear bombs.
And so man made the world blow up
into atoms of dust and mud.

And God looked on it and sighed.

©2007 Dorothy Miller Gutenkauf