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Father and Mother Noah both Sailed away when in wide rushed Tides to tower over the land, To cover the mountains high at hand, Axe-cut planks whereon they plod Made to float on the waters’ top. Song of the Aardvarks In the very heart of us The most essential part of us Is our total love of life To dig in the termite mound alive, Lie in our burrow with bellies full, Scratch and breed at the season’s pull. Front limbs arms like ape or bear Eight little shovels drive deep in there Small mouth only needs to take Termites, with its tubule teeth Distant elephant our nearest kin Freaks of evolution. Song of Mother Noah In this Ark I cradle safe My suckling babies free from scathe Silky kids velvet eared Little woolly moggies dear All shall live. None shall die As the waters rise on high. Song of the Hawks She stoops upon them in her sudden flight The wild mice fleeing at the killing sight, Her talons long and razor sharp Drive in with force to pick them up Meat got, while the sessile male Scarce a third of a bird is of a look pale. Song of the Dove White as a church Or sepulchre Blue sea and sky I rise among To fly abroad If land should lie Where love and peace May flourish free In life thereby. Song of Father Noah on First Releasing the Dove Because of the evil hearts of men Out of the sky God sent the rain The money changers pimps and thieves Wasted in the oceans’ leave, Here I put upon the seas A bird who much more planet sees With tale to tell of land again. Go or come just as you please, Sheltered from the hot Sun’s ray Safe in the Ark the rest shall stay. Song of the Sloth Slow up from lying-down I get To take my weight on idle foot, From a heavy, a deep repose I only stir when to toilet I goes. Song of Father Noah on Next Releasing the Dove My clever bird, far off you fared, The four horizons close compared Returned to us with bitter word Dry land had not yet occurred Song of the ****** All my tendons strong and thin Stretch to drive a lockpiece in Hard labour long to make the lodge Into which to deftly dodge If danger or else winter threats The brook closed off as if with gates. Song of Father Noah on Last Releasing the Dove Olive tree like ancient man Ever twisting with your sister You give us oil for light and pan And meat; Shade, fruit and timber useful – Sage bird, a branch to me you bore, Fly, little god, and come no more. Song of All the Animals on Being Returned to Dry Land Ants to hills, cattle to pasture Birds to trees whatever comes after, The cleaned land populates anew Song of the Whales If a whale come on the land Put it back if ever you can Else think it a death parental Grave, give it respectful funeral.
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Mar 30, 2015
Mar 30, 2015 at 4:08 PM UTC
Noahs' Flood
Father and Mother Noah both Sailed away when in wide rushed Tides to tower over the land, To cover the mountains high at hand, Axe-cut planks whereon they plod Made to float on the waters’ top. Song of the Aardvarks In the very heart of us The most essential part of us Is our total love of life To dig in the termite mound alive, Lie in our burrow with bellies full, Scratch and breed at the season’s pull. Front limbs arms like ape or bear Eight little shovels drive deep in there Small mouth only needs to take Termites, with its tubule teeth Distant elephant our nearest kin Freaks of evolution. Song of Mother Noah In this Ark I cradle safe My suckling babies free from scathe Silky kids velvet eared Little woolly moggies dear All shall live. None shall die As the waters rise on high. Song of the Hawks She stoops upon them in her sudden flight The wild mice fleeing at the killing sight, Her talons long and razor sharp Drive in with force to pick them up Meat got, while the sessile male Scarce a third of a bird is of a look pale. Song of the Dove White as a church Or sepulchre Blue sea and sky I rise among To fly abroad If land should lie Where love and peace May flourish free In life thereby. Song of Father Noah on First Releasing the Dove Because of the evil hearts of men Out of the sky God sent the rain The money changers pimps and thieves Wasted in the oceans’ leave, Here I put upon the seas A bird who much more planet sees With tale to tell of land again. Go or come just as you please, Sheltered from the hot Sun’s ray Safe in the Ark the rest shall stay. Song of the Sloth Slow up from lying-down I get To take my weight on idle foot, From a heavy, a deep repose I only stir when to toilet I goes. Song of Father Noah on Next Releasing the Dove My clever bird, far off you fared, The four horizons close compared Returned to us with bitter word Dry land had not yet occurred Song of the ****** All my tendons strong and thin Stretch to drive a lockpiece in Hard labour long to make the lodge Into which to deftly dodge If danger or else winter threats The brook closed off as if with gates. Song of Father Noah on Last Releasing the Dove Olive tree like ancient man Ever twisting with your sister You give us oil for light and pan And meat; Shade, fruit and timber useful – Sage bird, a branch to me you bore, Fly, little god, and come no more. Song of All the Animals on Being Returned to Dry Land Ants to hills, cattle to pasture Birds to trees whatever comes after, The cleaned land populates anew Song of the Whales If a whale come on the land Put it back if ever you can Else think it a death parental Grave, give it respectful funeral.
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Mar 30, 2015
Mar 30, 2015 at 4:08 PM UTC
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