by krstaten

In the beginning, catastrophe sings biblical.
This is only until we get bored. After weeks of
trying to count raindrops, even Noah lost track of
time, pretended to forget his drowned friends.

In years that drag on for lifetimes, we pretend
this flood too hurt no one that mattered.
Unprecedented, the way we abandon our brothers,
time and time again, as if we alone were deserving of life.

For today’s recommendation on yesterday’s NaPoWriMo.net prompt response, please enjoy this take on Medusa and the selfie by Kevin J. O’Conner!