And on the eighth day, when he had rested, he created darkness
And for all around him he needed a cloak to hide himself from his tired labours
And the antelope and the deer and the ostrich and the zebra hid
Their faces and ran like tiny children
Into the shrivelling blackness around them
And the trees grew hoods and the cows winced
And all the crops began to droop
Even the coal rattled in terror for, lo, there was no light anywhere
And he was well pleased with his labours and he smiled and was unable to find his way out of the room
Consequently, he blundered around his new creations;
stamping helplessly left and right upon the new buds of his endeavour
Octopuses, caterpillars, tendons and worms were squashed like buds
Easter bunnies ruptured like eggs
At length he found the door, and, fumbling with the handle,
He chanced to knock the key on to the ground
As he lowered his nose to rummage around that vast appendage where he might see something on the floor,
Beheld a ray of light coming in from the hall
Kevin?Supper's ready
Mom, I'm locked in!
Kevin Supper's ready!
Mom!
[Lover lover]
[Lover lover]