by Lawrence J. J. Leonard
Centuries ago, when I first hired on here,
to this heroine of Hesiod, so clear, blue.
I mapped goods and broods, quad-hoofed and the bipeds, too.
Then, diagrammed the mountainsides that pierced the sky.
While marveling at the Mediterranean,
we were the pariahs, despite our intentions
or paternal feelings for the dock of the ark.
This by no means a lark, inasmuch as maps go,
we drew the faces of the Earth inhabitants.
Dashed lines, color pools revealing mirth and sadness,
and purple bags of sleepless nights told of stresses.
Some people had snow-capped tresses or widows peaks.
From cheek bones to mouth were old gouges from smiling,
or wry smirks from hard lying or sorrowful cries.
Observe their chins, whether it’s pronounced or subdued,
is a volcanic mood indicator for sure.
Faces with lips like cornrows or flowing sand dunes,
and freckles that pop up like monsoons, hurricanes.
Whether faces that make you laugh or terraforms,
each reveals true evidence of G_d’s autograph.
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