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Much to complain of came aboard this ark:

the stinking animals, the dirty floors,

and dung heaped in high piles beside the doors.

I have been startled at some fierce lions' roars;

made nervous from the young lambs' morning bleat;

and pestered by small flitting things in swarms.

At least we have not sunk yet, and the storm's

initial fury comes to calm retreat.

Rain falls, now, like the daily mists.  We wait

until God moves the flood to dissipate.

Until then, I remain seasick---as tides

rock the whole structure and slap on the sides;

and bloated corpses gather by the scores,

drifting on water deep, and cold, and dark.

Starward

[jlc]