Thrice crowsAnts in the galley
Weevils in the rice
Mouse raiders on the stranded ark
‘Hi Ho Silver’ echoes in the berths
Still Noah withholds the broken keyI linger too by the crystal eye
Providence’s uncaring ball
Frazzled fate carelessly
aims her rickety finger
Undermanned by our fecundity
Slashes her shabby scythe
Through the fraying weft
Dealing death in job lotsNo midas hoard will set you free
To dance secure this dour night
This my own voice thrice crows
To guide the irksome dawn
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