Poem Ten, Ark

Ark

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We vanish 

under waves.

Salt on the skin. 

The earth swallows you.

The marrow of cypress

reddens the water.

Lamentation, the bending

of boughs.

Have we lost favor 

with the gods?

Plant, wind,

body and bone.

The moon crashes 

into the earth.

Salt enters

the lungs.

Is there still time 

to build an ark?

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