from A New Genesis
or How the World Was Finally
Saved
Adon
Olom
Looked
at
His
handiwork
And
said
Oi
weh
How
could the
One
and Only
Make
so many blunders?
I’ll
have to start
All
over again
This
time
On
a completely new
Principle
please
Said
the Heavenly Host
Bah
said the One and Only
You’re
just a bunch
Of
cherubim and seraphim
What
do you know of Principle?
The
way I do is
Principle
enough
Breed
best to best
And
scrap the rest
So
He did it His way
And
sent the flood
First
saving Noah
Noah’s
family
And
the Two-of-each
But
nothing else
And
nothing changed
Look
at this mess
Grumbled
the Heavenly Host
You’ve
got to do something
I
did said
The
One and Only
In
the old model
I
pushed the button
This
is automatic
It
pushes itself
They
shook
Their
heads
That’s
not enough
They
said
The
Principle’s the same
Principles
exploded
The
One and Only
The
Principle is
Genes
and chromosomes
That’s
how it works
That’s
all there is
I’m
the Creator
Around
here
Go
on
They
jollied
Him
You
can do
Better
than
That
Try
a little harder
It
will come
I’m
not changing
My
Principle
Not
for Heavenly Hosts
Not
for anything
He
stormed
Try
creating a Suggester
Suggested
Joe Seraph
I
bet that will help
All
right
He
muttered grudgingly
But
nothing else
So
He created a Suggester
An
orchardist
Left
over from Eden
You
have to do something
With
leftovers
He
explained
There’s
nothing wrong
With
genes and chromosomes
Said
the Orchardist
But
from seed
You
can’t raise
Blue
Parmain
Seeds
don’t breed true
I’ll
show you what I mean
Since
apples are my specialty
Let’s
start with them
He
planted seeds
From
the Blue Parmain
That
grew in Eden
We’ll
let them grow
A
year or two
It
takes a little time
Of
course he said
The
Heavenly Host squirmed
Looking
at their watches
The
One and Only coughed
And
tapped His toe
But
the Orchardist
Would
not be rushed
Since
this is still experimental
We’ll
need controls he said
The
seedlings on my right
We’ll
leave untouched
The
seedlings on my left . . .
No
lectures said the
One
and Only
Demonstrate
From
the lone
Blue
Parmain in Eden
The
Orchardist
Sliced
twigs
Made
gashes in
The
seedlings
On
his left
Stuck
in the twigs
Pressed
beeswax
All
around
They
should stay moist
It’s
grafting
He
explained
Came
May
Came
buds
And
lo
Seedlings
from the
Ungashed
right
And
mutilated left
All
Burst
greenly forth
Grafted
and ungrafted
Lived
and grew
Next
year
Said
the Orchardist
From
the mutilated left
We’ll
lop off
All
that grew before I gashed
Leaving
only twigs that I inserted
In
the wounds nourished now
From
trunk and roots
Of
the self-same Blue Parmain
Its
genes and chromosomes intact
Ten
or twelve
Years
later
Came
the fruit
Dusted
bluely
Blushing
rosey
Sweet
and juicy
From
the left
But
from the right
The
ungashed Blue Parmain
Bore
Dried
out
Sour
Bitter
Yellow
Fruit
The
Orchardist smiled
And
bowed
The
One and Only scowled
And
frowned
The
Heavenly Host gathered
Into
little whispering groups
It
works with apples
But
will it work with
Little
Lower than the Angels?
And
the time it takes
He’s
not used to spending
That
much time creating anything
Now
there was a just man
Perfect
in his generations
Noah
of course
Left
over from the flood
The
One and Only said
I’ll
graft from him
But
what?
A
nose
A
finger
Genitalia
Hair
What
should
I
slice
And
stick it where?
The
Orchardist had
No
idea
His
specialty
Was
apples
Another
Suggester
Was
clearly needed
Try
a Cloner
Suggested
Joe Seraph
So
a Cloner was created
You
want more Noahs?
The
Cloner asked
All
right
We’ll
clone them
Take
a slice from his
Immortal
soul
And
stick it in an
Unborn’s
cloven mind
That
will do it
And
of course it did
Did
it hurt?
Joe
Seraph asked
I
never felt a thing
Said
Noah
That’s
how
It
came to pass
That
everybody
Everywhere
Became
just
And
perfect
In
their generations
And
everybody lived
Happily
and peacefully
Forever
after.