........Noah, His Pal, And The Ark Poem by elysabeth faslund

Desert amalgamated heat.
Dune drenched, inquisitive sand.
Correspondant mythos mirages...

Uh, say! Say, Noah! Whatcha doin ole buddy?
...Building an Ark. God said the demensions....
Where's your building permit, ole pal?
...What for to permit? God said...
Where's the sewage system, potable water?
...Flood'll take care of all that.
No clouds. No rain for 1,000 years.
...Got water wings, damned fool?
Better! Got Sumerian EPA and FEMA.
...FEMA knows about the Flood?
Not zoned 'flood'. See? No levees...
...FEMA knows about God?
No, just insurance fraud. This Ark's insured?
...Shut it, and help me get 2 of eveything!
Here's 2 OSHA citations for a start.
...Oh Lord! Help this damned fool!

Clouds topped the mountain ranges...dark, darker...

Got a minute to talk, damned fool?
...Who said, uh, who are you?
I AM OSHA.
...Oh God! ! !
Right.