Flood

Sewage bubbled up in the sink.
Rain swelled the stars.
You sailed against the current ’til it turned you.

Eden’s broken snake road a pennant.
The black water surged over a stripped body.
You grounded upon a submerged dump truck.

Was this destruction a great disaster
or a heavenly cleansing?
You wandered into the village church.

Only the priest prayed.
Everyone else was too cold and weary to speak.
You leaned against a wall.

Under a stain glass parable
the wind roared through gaps in the leading.
You heard the church bell toll un-pulled.

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