Noah

Under a slab of sea the earth shall slip,
Into death and birth, all things are ready,
I hope the animals behave on ship,
We draw up the door and our nerves hold steady.

Rain crashes hard against the land, tiling
With water over stone and soil, building
A worthy grave below the sky, piling
Judgement upon the world, green waves gilding.

Evil must drown so that the good may breathe,
I did God’s will, no trying to debate
An execution, my old must leave.

We float as all around us sinks from view,
Trusting in God’s promise to start anew.

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