In random clash of chemicals
Hot flow over new rocks
There are no palisades or names
Tall fires burn
A thinning smoke is lingering;
In the anonymous wash
Something has happened.
Something begins to pulse, divide,
Water is life: the oceans, the one body
Teem with a writhing dissonance of life
Creatures are born and die
In this world are no boundaries or strongholds
No sharp hard barriers but always danger
But here and there dead hardness meaning death
To anything washed up there: barren land.
In the half-dead, half-living place
Something survives and changes.
Life finds land.
Among the crumbling bones of the giants
That fire struck down in sea and marsh and forest
Under the dark and smothering, strangling sky
Small creatures scurry: one line is broken, but
Another rises for a while.
The giants’ cities hang with tumbling flowers.
In case it isn’t obvious: life begins, in apparently very unfavourable circumstances, in the sea. Later, it colonises the land. Who were the giants?