Wednesday, 8 August 2018
Out of the Ark.
Woodworm,
Deathwatch Beetles,
Carnivorous Ants
All snuggled down discretely
In Noah`s timber Ark,
But never offered Noah
A single word of thanks.
Thus it is
With politicians,
With casual friends,
With Dogs and Cats,
They take what is on offer
Then smartly turn their backs,
Needy eyes fixed on a new horizon.
Naamah,
Lamech`s feisty daughter,
Don`t count my worth in cash,
Don`t pack your shoulder bag
Once my turn is done,
My credit in the wheely bin,
My reputation trashed.
Please don`t make tracks.
I etched a dove upon your wedding ring,
Please take note of that.
Trevor John Karsavin Potter.
April 13th. - August 8th. 2018.
Naamah was Noah`s wife. She refused to get into the Ark until the very last moment.
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