Proto deities

for Francis  

the hunter-gatherer

expresses his faith in the mechanics of the universe

by burying his feet in the soil

allowing it to shift under the sun

and sleeping in its church

all pulls of nature are microcosmic gods

tugging on each other’s tails

coagulating centrifugal forces

upholding the planet for no particular reason

other than to exist 

this will come to be known as faith

soon there will be scars from provenance

and new gods who wrestle on the story 

spoken planes of existence to worship 

but for now

the hunter-gatherer

puts one foot behind the last 

this becomes communion

the prayer is the earth shifting

continental spiritual drift

one tribe to another

exchanging nothing but movement

the functional traffic of energy

later this becomes known as war

too practical to get swept up in dogma

the hunter-gatherer raises a rock to the sky

for no particular reason 

other than to block the sun

this is misinterpreted as worship

and becomes the first death 

expressing his faith in the corpse on the ground

the first shaman picks up the rock

and declares it the effigy of the one true god 

the shaman razes the earth

and sanctifies the new world 

built on the expression of faith

that the universe has always belonged to us 

the last man on earth

makes a sandwich

he layers root

over crust

and travels

across fields

and deserts

through culture

to language

without

ever leaving the sofa

because

he is

all there is now

the

last man

on earth

makes another

sandwich

and unscrews

all the clocks

he comes across

he makes no history

no record

because

he is

all that

has been now

he reads

every book

in every language

he eats the covers

and spits

the spines out

across the edges

of the

supermarket

where he buys

ingredients

for yet another

sandwich

the

last man

on earth

becomes

the first

person

on 

earth

to write

poetry

all the

poetry

is his

now

he uses

the leftover

words

to make

one last

sandwich

before he

walks off

into the 

canyon

where he

never goes

hungry again

because

he has

seen it all

now

John Doe
Poet, Independent Writer
IN CONVERSATION WITH
Ramsey Tawfik