Send forth a raven

Who is out in the reigning rain?
The giants and the insects
The swimmers and the drowners
Lie in the majesty of water
Brimming the country’s cup past thirst

If only we could drink of history,
And be as Noah,
Filled with oceans
Yet above the flood

Subject as I am
To the tyranny of wicked days
And something of a beast
Saved in its stall with food and warmth,
Yet human in my forty thousand days
I send forth a raven

(MG note: In that year, Doris married Bernie.)


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