The Flood
The flood never did subside, each person became an ark.
Now the creatures have shrunk,
mixed up until one species carries the genetics of all the species.
Fantastical beasts have arisen in a thimble of water.
The great flood is now a teacup, an ocean of tears,
but who’s tears?
God has long since dried Her eyes, The lamb, and the lion,
(Her onetime time emotional support animals),
have become so intermingled
that their parts are unrecognizable.
When all was said and done, we were all animals together.
The leaping waves toss we arks over the moon and back again,
leaks spring leaks.
We are all looking for a mountaintop somewhere,
so far, only a few have returned with that long expected news.
The rest of us drift on looking still for that special place
to offload our cargo, our menagerie of leftovers
from an ancient truth.
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