Flood Poem by Christopher Okiri

The wrath of god exposes me
As fish averse to getting wet
Fearful of drowning in the water
I seek sanctuary in Noah's Ark
To escape the net of god's wrath

To upright the tilt in judgement
The ark takes in water, she sinks
His tiller divorced from her rudder
In sea, a big fish is the small stuff
Greater little fish in a soup bowl

The wrathen net closes around me
I shed my scales for a frozen cloak
Of fear and trembling… I Shudder
At the stray spirit hovering over
Waters soon to pass over me