In a time set aside for mourning
we easily remember those, loved
or despised, taken by age, disease,
war or poverty and neglect.
But trapped in our isolation
we should also pause and recall
the snake, condemned for offering
knowledge for which we were ill-equipped.
Let us not forget the ram,
whose only sin was to be
in the wrong place at the wrong time,
traded for Isaac without remorse.
And let us share a moment’s silence
for those left behind as God’s waters rose,
wondering as they drowned, how Noah decided,
God hearing no appeals in His pique.
Who will mourn for us, when we
make our departure, or will we
be like the snake, ram and Noah’s overlooked,
awaiting for eternity a poetic moment.
First appeared in Song Between Our Stars, Issue 1, Spring 2021
Love it, and apropos to the day.