In the Beginning Was Word

 

When Word was a little boy, he

licked the slime off the snail and

smiled that shitty grin everyone

despised, his hypnotic glare

matching the watchful eyes of the

metallic purple horsefly, who was

eventually surrounded by a

Lilliputian colony of ants, strong

enough in numbers to lasso the

giant and bring his purple crown

to justice. Word knew then that

anything was possible.

                                                                                                      

Paul Lowe