Saul Bass Redesigns the First Man

To make, you first have

            to create materials. Re: man, we know

the rib removed. But, before — ?

            Forget ash to ash, dust

                        &c.

                        Stick a floating rib (i.e. thoracic

11–12, y’know — “Edenic”) in a glass

            of  water with the promise

                        it’ll grow

            roots like leek or fur

                        like chia. The joke’s Crusoe

            astride the bone or   Jim & Huck paddling

rustic as a ballpoint pen will go.

            — Nn-o.

                                              in your peeper!) —

           It’s a hollow; cue: running

faucet, a Pabst-crack opening

                      into seraphic

           choir. (Risk Handel’s?

   A perfect major? root, third, & fifth?) With aesthetics,

                      like a bad comb-

                                            over, you don’t

           need a mirror to know what you are

   missing. Now that you have this

                                 thing, you’ve got to

   feed, roof, & rock-

                      a-bye baby. You’re the big boss, head honch-

    o, but watch out, foreman, Little Evie

                      & Adam were the first

organized union. (1-2-3-4    ...    don’t give us pain in labor!)

                      So what’ll you give him in return?

    Latin and genus?

                      Genius?

                                            . . .  Medicinal plants?

                      (I call this “Vladimir

                                 Nabo-cough,” man.)

Or do we let him take for him-

           self   by fount,

fin, & medium — language. Though from this,

                      we know

           creation is only

myth; destruction, narrative.