It is so very dark in the ark.
Forgive me Lord for I am afraid.
This lack of light has begun to burn
and I am suffocating, crushed

between pineapples and pigs.

Forty days and the flasks are all empty,
I drank every last drop of your blood.
Forgive me, for I was hungry and afraid.

Your Word was no longer enough.

Such stench and sway.
Such darkness, water and sick.
You promised me rainbows, white doves
and a rose bush when I die.

Bring pails and pliers, you said.
Gather corks, crayons, and screws.
Unwind the rhyme, you said.
Listen carefully: live.

But I am no sage.
I know nothing of verse,
even less of curses.

So I built it
and waited for wind.

You told me that I was your chosen.
That I was to carry the wine.
I believed you.

I should have eaten the pigs.
They're beginning to rot.