Poem: Ark Encounter

October 4, 2016

It is, in a word, breathtaking—the replica of an imagined Noah’s Ark built by creationists in northern Kentucky.

My wife Diana and I visited the site, called Ark Encounter, August 3, 2016. It prompted the accompanying photo (showing her) and poem (another in the style I call improvisational rhyming).

Stuck in Genesis morass, this boat, filled with sham creatures, is never to float, unless, like Noah's venture, writ in fairy tales. Wrought with power tools, its fools fail ever to know when & where to come in out of the rain.
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