Gospel of Thomas

In the beginning was the word,
         it fell out of the Sky
         crashing to the Earth
lying there like a beached whale.
          Stones had voices,
       knew the magic tongue,
         turning great cold fish
         into great cold stone.
        They saw it was good.
                The little ape
       came out from the trees,
    forgetting the whisper of leaves,
              wisdom of roots,
to cast among stones for voices.

              published in Magic Realism, v.  IV.I, Spring, 1993