The Last Step is a Doozy


In dark eyes, dark deeds pale.
(Don't forget to dark the eyes.)

Making Jennifer was easy,
at first.  She was no more
than the summa of her parts
and they went together
like Lego.

It was harder with the fluids;
she would insist on altering
their balance semipermeably.  
Her eyes were the hardest part;
they wouldn't stay in.

Next, getting their colour
just the right, sexy brown.
then keeping them in place,
where they looked at me
and wept in fear.

What hath God rot?

Gudrun Sacristan was easier;
I knew the eyes would weep,
but weep for me?  Still she
was unfinished, and she
screamed my name.

Helen Windon was best 
and brightest; she became
a weeping lawyer and sued me
on behalf of the others.
What hath God wrought?

Attorneys District in numbers
want me in jail, but
what will they charge
Me with; Serial Creation?
What have I wrought?

Carol Singleton was the wittiest;
she is also the one whom I fear
most.  She learned the words
and phrases, and became
God, in my place.

And what She hath wrought is more evil again than I.
I weep in fear, and wait for Them.
All I wanted was a woman to call My own.
but what God hath wrought
says "No."