The Ark

[heslopian]

The tides are dark and blank.
Sounds of primitive life
echo beneath your feet.
An elephant has crossed a room,
a bat flies from his perch.
This is how God must feel, you think,
a savage wind clutching your skirts.
Man shall cease before tomorrow wakes,
washing these seas with honey,
and land will come again one day.
Lesser minds roam in the dark,
driven by impulse alone.
What do they know about glory, you think,
standing on the oakwood deck,
as thieves and whores drown.

[Keith]

Hi Heslopian
I like the perspective you have chosen by putting the reader in charge of the ark and the way you describe the menagery below, not sure about the opening line could be stronger, didn't grab me but thats the only one I thinks you have some strong lines here "Lesser minds roam in the dark, driven by impulse alone" this line really brings the poem to life for me by depicting life in the Ark and in general so to speek. Thanks for the read TOMH

[heslopian]

Thank you for your kind and thoughtful feedback, TimeOnMyHands