God borrowed more phrases
Again and again, creating,
But outside, the stolen woods
Offered a spindly, stippled
Erotic paradise, as if
There were any other
Kind in this world where
Thousands of lengths underneath
Vicious antipodean seas
Seven-armed, predatory
Sea stars are eating
Ghostly yeti crabs
Who harbor gardens
Of bacterial mats
On their hairy chests,
The better to feed themselves with.