Noah’s Wife Ruminates Before the Rains Begin
There’s nothing good to say about the world
I hear. My righteous husband and his god rant
it’s wrecked by mankind’s wickedness. If this be so,
why do I behold a world clothed in beautiful
garments? Think of the giraffe. It moves,
a silhouette against a sky on fire. Will drowning
improve its elegance? Does saving two
give any god or man the right to kill the rest?
God of Noah, you always demand an eye for an eye.
But I say to you,
killing to end killing is not a way to peace.