from "Fancy Hat People or People are Cities (The Haunting
Chapter 1 or Lambs lay eggs
Naomi Beth Tarle
cover their faces with egg-masks and lambs-ear.
is uniformed or uninformed,
loiters the earth and practices circler-lap-sitting.
screams out stomach-shaped production lines.
God says: 'I'm partial to musicals.'
And God divides. And everyone's socks are moist.
hatch their young from camel eggs
and ride humpbacks through the brush.
masks become matted wool and snag their scalloped faces—
they are as wicks and the wool as sulfur and the sand as
says: 'Let there be fingerlings in the up-spray.'
uses emoticons and calls out: 'be together in a dry land.'
The dry land is dry, the seas full.
GCB quarreled with the GPOGP—
bets were taken by the NSF.
plucks grass blades, as lashes from their lids,
signs up for René's replacement experiments—
and the earth—groomed,
card yielding and toasted around the crust.
burns the skin off chickpeas to eat the meat.
says: 'Let there be legumes, nightshades and rock fruit.'
And God makes houseplants and traffic lights,
and sets Petri dishes upon the earth,
and they percolate over the day and over the night,
and small nocturnal-birthing animals are produced.
God with the 'oh' creates mobs of sea-'n'-land-monsters.
creeps along the procession and steals fowls guised as foxes.
They keep the birds down their pants or on their heads as
taps out, saying: 'make fruit pies, and depopulate,
and fill the creepers with sea, and let the fowls out.'
the earth bring forth the batwing acrostic.
says: 'These people need instant film.'
And God is alliteration—
calls duck to cattle over all the earth—
then goose as he passes his image, and sprints round the
'Be an owl.
I am salt—take me as grain.
I have crept upon this earth as a shoulder blade of a mountain
of green herb,
and it was good.'