Today’s Weather
Free verse poetry
Clouds obscure the hope
hidden cowering in folds
curled huddled in the lining
wanting to rain down
fulfilled wishes and
tears of happiness
whilst all else is war
and the sea rises —
looking for icebergs
washing in the end
all those arks in history
a prophecy
Utnapishtim…Noah,
Manu, Yima…Oppehnaboon…
— all of them long dead
knew the waves coming
Oligarchs build their ships —
ready to sail their bunkers
deep beneath the ground
the world’s end in
surround sound
is this what the gods intended after all?
manufactured, fitted out, and delivered
deep in the bowels of their vaults
Will they voyage with their deities of gold
steer an empty underground sea
and their children will
Surely
Thank them…
© Julia Kantić 2024
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