Cities and suburbs, real and imaginary.

Wednesday, September 14, 2016

Sonnet #74

Get higher, all settled peoples, get higher

Climb up the sides of mountains, floods are here
Push up into the hills and build dikes stronger
Than the waves to come, the sewers bear
The first creeping reach, the roads are next
And soon the lightposts fall, the bricks will drift
The tides have called a vote to annex
Rise up, not against nature, but into the shift

God promised he would never flood us out
But we never made that covenant with Him
And now, we have brought the waterspouts
Who will build our ark's? Not God, Never Him

Praying to strike the oil, for something better
For abundance, that's what summoned water.

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