Creationism Begins In An Unmade Bed As The World Outside Ceases To Exist

Waking up
Muscles tight
Hair in knots
Breath stale of wine
And carnal injestion

The outside world
Broke apart throughout
The night
Crashing like the seawalls
In a violent storm

We
Lie in the bed
Vertiginous
Limbs
Enclosing torsos
Like grapevines growing
Sinewy

Unaware
That everything has been washed away
Evolution never
Existed

Each one of us
Wondering to ourselves
Simply
Who
Would go downstairs
To make the coffee