Pitter, patter. The first drops fell
the sky darkened, a portent ill.
The daughters of man, with angels mingle
and man’s every intent evil, with purpose single.
Pitter, patter. Earth once misted from wellsprings below,
neither earth nor man knew torrents or raging flow.
The Builder, obeyed his God while the people would mock
He builded and preached, and believed on the Rock.
Pitter, patter. Pitter patter…
Young and old came outside to see this new matter
The dirt at their feet became speckled and the sky darkened,
the words of the Builder now a few hearkened!
Pitter, patter, crash! Boom!
The heavens preached a certain doom!
The deeps broken up, the ground ripped asunder
overhead howled great winds and peals of thunder!
Pitter, patter… a dull roar of rain, soon a smashing din
The Great Ship, once scorned, safely concealing a family in
Beasts and one family who to God believed
would pass through Judgment, a new day to receive.
One found the Builder’s Ship, and beat upon the door
Alas! his efforts were for naught, the seal was sure.
At the last, he believed, for he sees at last
but for him and all others, Salvation’s hour was passed.
At last men clawed thier way to the last known high places
Giants and weaklings alike wailed, and few fell on their faces
Hours ago, they had made merry and scorned God, and the Builder
Now they fought one another, clawing and panicked, hopelessly bewildered.
The waters roser higher and higher still,
The Ship arose as well, by God’s perfect will.
At last the new seas covered over the highest ground,
The last souls perished, all men and giants drown’d.
The theme of this poem is based on Genesis, chapters six through seven.
