I Dreamed my Genesis by Dylan Thomas — Read

I dreamed my genesis in sweat of sleep, breaking / Through the rotating shell, strong / As motor muscle on the drill, driving / Through vision and the girdered nerve,

From limbs that had the measure of the worm, shuffled / Off from the creasing flesh, filed / Through all the irons in the grass, metal / Of suns in the man-melting night.

Heir to the scalding veins that hold love's drop, costly

A creature in my bones I / Rounded my globe of heritage, journey / In bottom gear through night-geared man.

I dreamed my genesis and died again, shrapnel / Rammed in the marching heart, hole

In the stitched wound and clotted wind, muzzled / Death on the mouth that ate the gas.

Sharp in my second death I marked the hills, harvest / Of hemlock and the blades, rust / My blood upon the tempered dead, forcing

My second struggling from the grass.

And power was contagious in my birth, second / Rise of the skeleton and / Rerobing of the naked ghost.

Manhood Spat up from the resuffered pain.

I dreamed my genesis in sweat of death, fallen / Twice in the feeding sea, grown / Stale of Adam's brine until, vision / Of new man strength, I seek the sun.