[Written 16 August 2007]
We have no space for Noah’s Ark
No easy classification of species
Willing themselves to salvation
All this I thought about
When I saw the well-dressed men
And women abandon themselves
To the wrath of God
Climbing out of cars
No better than toy boats,
Sinking uselessly
Mired in mud waters –
Just rewards of our capitalist age
Rich or poor, you will all die
Of boredom or despair
Crawling your way out
Of the Fallen metropolis
While a helicopter looms overhead
And takes aerial shots
For the evening news
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