Build a what?
An ark?
What is that?
Between my knowledge base
And this ark-thing was a huge gap.
But not for long,
I was given specific instructions
Which I followed to a “T”
And that without question.
Finally, it was completed
Down to the very last nail,
Pitched within and without
It was now ready to sail.
Two by two
The animals came,
Their variety of sounds
Making a cacophonous refrain.
Their homing devices
Set to destination, the ark,
Ordered by an unseen power
Before the imminent dark.
And I in awe
At this turn of events,
Meanwhile they that should know better
Refusing to repent.
Mocking and laughing
And having loads of fun,
Unaware of the pending peril
From which they cannot run.
That is, of course,
Unless they follow the animals
They would soon be past tense:
An eradicated people.
A flood?
What flood?
Old Noah, are you mad?
All of that work for absolutely nothing,
How foolish, how sad!
A massive boat
And no water to float it,
Poor Noah had lost his senses
And didn’t know how to quit.
Persistence is all right
When you are aware of your goal,
But surely not in Noah’s case
He was now in a hole.
A massive boat
Built in the middle of nowhere
With no water to sail it
And none likely to appear.
And so, they mocked
And so, they laughed
Not recognizing
This was their final repast.
An evening at the movies
Suddenly turned sour
And their fun turned to horror
That very hour.
Stewart Russell © July 2020
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