The awesome Deluge, the great Deluge
bodies dissipate as the white crowned caps
of the blueish sea roar mightily.
Upper stories of sky scrapers float helplessly
in the submerged current.
Hulls of drowned trees crack, sending
fish scattering all about.
Poison from the land has sickened the animals
and plants and green algae.
The eye sockets of a drifting man
pull inward with dark eyes.
His suit is ruined, his buttons untied.
The skin is pale; lips are purple.
There is no hair.
Only an open mouth.
Left to drift,
in the great Deluge.
