by Jose Garcia Villa
God said, “I made a man out of clay-
But so bright he, he spun Himself to the brightest Day
Till he was all shining gold, and oh,
He was handsome to behold!
But in his hands held he a bow
Aimed at me who created him.
And said, “Wouldst murder me
Who am thy Fountainhead?”
Then spole he the man of gold:
I will not Murder thee! I do but Measure thee.
Hold Thy peace!”
And this I did, But I was curious of this so regal head.
“Give thy name! - “Sir! Genius.”