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At The First Stormy Weather
[the words of Japheth]
We, who obeyed the Lord God to embark
upon the buoyant safety of the ark,
have nothing left that we could offer them---
who gave us no heed. Justly, God will judge
their blatant, casual disregard of Him.
With blasphemous intention, they begrudge
us who do not respect their carnal whim
(to try all manner of perversity
and call it, in their pride, their choice lifestyle).
God's words are absolute, and they condemn
some practices sanguine and fraught with pain
imposed. Pretending harmlessness, with guile,
they tell us, for that reason, "Let us be.
"We do not harm nor hurt to anyone,
"unless it be permitted with consent.
"That abrogates all sin from the intent
"of anything we do now or have done."
So be it. Now the ark's doors are shut tight,
and in the sky something disrupts the light,
something that looks like curdled mist. A while
it has been hovering, bringing a stark
silence upon the world, as drifting dark
sets in. These falling droplets---are they rain?
Those people out there (who once jeered the ark,
and even threatened once to smash asunder
its timbers) look a little pale and grim.
And some of them might even pause to wonder
"Do I know how to---how long can I---swim?"
Starward
[*/+/^]
