After the Flood

While Noah’s sighs polluted the ruddy beach

littered with the bones of heretics,

their livestock and their predators;

while he thanked God for the early warning,

the strong timber, and exclusion

from the slaughtered multitude

his women walked around him like he was just another corpse,

bobbing like spring flowers in a sunny

breeze, rooting around piles of driftwood and soggy cloth,

picking out the useful things.

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