Creation Myth with Blatant Copyright Infringement

  After Matthias Svalina

In the beginning, Jason slashed every one of us.
Our ghosts lingered in the black lodge. We watched
sunlight pass through the window like a tide.

Eventually, some teenagers showed up.
Jason slashed them, too. Then, college students
drove up from the void outside the lodge.
 
Jason slashed all but one of them, she opened
the Necronomicon Ex-Mortis. Our bodies fell
out of the walls and ceiling.

We took his skin and made the Earth. 
We took his mask and made the moon. 
We took his machete and made all of you.

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Anthony Sutton resides on former Akokiksas, Atakapa, Karankawa, and Sana land (currently named Houston, TX), holds an MFA from the currently under threat program in creative writing at Purdue, and has had poems appear or forthcoming in Gulf Coast, Grist, The Journal, Passages North, Prairie Schooner, Puerto del Sol, Quarter After Eight, Southern Indiana Review, Zone 3, and elsewhere.