Before the Flood
It's raining into a bucket;
church roofs are adjusting
to a weeping God.
In the face of these domestic disturbances
grandmother's are still cooking lemon-chicken
and cherry pie,
wondering what the hell for, and why?
Generations are gravely concerned,
we are forced to import more
cheaply made Chinese coffins.
For $24.99. we can buy youth in a jar.
but wait, for just a $100 more
we will sell you a mop
to wipe the flooding floor.
Good morning America
may I take your wagging dog for a walk
in a warzone today?
The Sunday rain is pelting -
wait, is that the sound
of tyrannical heels marching?
Let's give thanks to all the weeping gods
that we need not run for cover,
as long as we stay in the bucket,
don't make waves
or spill over.
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