creation

out of the dust
from little particles
weightless dust
the porter sat on his stool
with every stroke
he perfect his creation
a beauty beyond scientific understanding
a work of fleshy sculpture
staring at his work of art
a smile crossed his lips
a sigh of satisfaction
and he breathe life
giving a newness to his works
in his own image
he created his beloved
gave him dominion over all
and named him MAN