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.