Every action creates its equal, its opposite.
But when a black hole puckers time and space,
all will fall into its influence.
I fell, deep through earth’s center
and came out rising on the other side
to portion out earth’s crops.
Pharaoh told me his dream:
the cows that gave no milk,
but kept eating each other over and over
like Egypt’s snake with the tail in its mouth.
My pit is the mouth
that eats me over and over
in every generation
as the earth eats the sun every night
and spits it out in the morning,
as the moon is eaten bite by bite
and gathers itself back.
(First published in Zeek)