In The Beginning Was A Crap Shoot
A pair of dice in paradise
had nearly caused a paradox.
The plans he made were disarrayed
and any progress seemed belayed,
a parody that all might see
passed down from pre-dawn history
before the day of Man began,
before Eve joined and also ran
(for without her there’d be no “Sir,”
no “Thank you, Ma’am,” no baby pram
to tote wee ones before a tot
could crawl and walk and run a lot)—
when time itself had not begun,
creation’s plans became undone.
It seems that snake eyes had been rolled,
the roller having been cajoled
to take a chance with his new dance
which envy looked on with askance
in hopes their sinews and their views
would open up fresh avenues
where they would find true claim to fame
and statues would proclaim their name
so all would know whose role to toll—
not just a sidekick, someone droll,
but rather as a major player
even though they’d played nay-sayer.
Dust to dust (he’d drawn in sand),
new architecture would demand
a universe that isn’t worse
than his first plans, now in a hearse.
Blueprints, once seen, made some eyes green,
not favored by those now in throes
of jealousy in smiling guise
who hoped to walk off with the prize
and leave its architect behind,
long out of sight and out of mind.
They’ve since learned history denies
all those who were not his allies.
He could have lost in paradise,
but sent them home and changed the locks.
Author: Ken Gosse
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