God’s Burrito
A Genesis Story
In the beginning, there was an empty plane
of stainless steel, dull and grey, shrouded in darkness
and he said, “let me turn on the lights” and there was light.
When he saw the light was good he asked,
“White or wheat?” and a crispy white dome appeared
bespeckled with imperfect brown craters amidst
a gleaming sheet of tin foil, separating the dome and the plane.
Once he saw the dome was good, he created the seas
dense ripples of white ocean - he spread them far and wide,
to enrich the dry craterous dome with moisture,
and it was so.
In the same way he shaped the greenish-yellow land
creating the rolling hills which bordered the white sea,
and he saw it was good.
Then he asked “Beans?” and the first mountain range
was born by his good hand, a steaming volcanic mound
and atop he planted fields of grain for extra starch.
When all of this was done, he came to creatures of every kind
“Pork, Chicken, Beef?” and so all the creatures appeared
creeping amongst his wondrous creation,
and it was good.
The good green land with mountain and grain,
the white open sea and the creatures all the same —
he blessed them with a heavy shower of tasty cheddar rain.
When he saw his work was good, and indeed it was good,
he brought night upon the dome, called it ‘with the lot’
and charged me sixteen dollars.
