Noah's Displaced Home For Abusive Boys and Girls

There is a voyager

And he’s but one of many

Taking leave

To the planet Noah

Two by two

Four by four

Sixteen by sixteen

Deep

Wide

Width

Height

Hypotenuse of constrictor coils

 Heat’s arousal; a spark to life-

 A warmth Un-foiled in the kindliest of fashions

Sifting through those early sands

In a time before the eggshells ran

 Man had a theory all his own

Created, was a world

In which (he) or (she) breathes a lungful heavenly…

Only to feel nothing, as the onyx fills the frame,

And the last of the bronchi, dye yet a deeper shade of gray

 Ages it seems now,

 Ages long ago,

When the rivers were rivers

And not reminders and slivers

Of a world…

                  Where even the reapers fear to play

Have we evolved to such a place?

                                    Do we still try to take his place?

Have we not learned well enough?

        

With all the falters and flaws and

                  The guffaws and scars and

                           The withered replications

                                    Of thought on what ought be done

When a second split would stake the view

 Easily showing what hacks oft never know

         That behind the clever and the strong

Usually it all simply

         Turns out

                  Oh, so very wrong

And after all,

What’s so difficult in

Simply living and loving

The way we were made to do?