The putrid ark

Where do these words go
two by two
brown and blue
christ knows where
god knows who
in the putrid ark
entered two by two
the dying to herd them in
all dead refuted
lies to tell
of animals too
an empty shell sailing on the swell
all four winds taking her on
a sinking ship, but not to tell
soldiers on a putrid ark
within a captain of fear
a traitor within that wooden sphere
some odd man takes the helm
bloated now with a shallow bark
far from a land laid low,  once a pastoral realm
so dark and slow the years
with a dream of going down
.. in an ark

Cute Barabbas

The passenger becoming  
waiting on the steps
the broken unwedded man
no bride in the naked night
moonshine sold for more if he can
Barabbas where do you find the time?
making the moonshine fit for all asunder
now past a time for sleep
you toil this night in and weep
cute little man, you mean no harm
then hands are crossed
with shine and deals are done
your face sets off another 
 a cute young sod . now his way is clear

a judge or jury within us all

 .. I fear   

Storm

'Pass quietly', she asks
the wind howls
'blow away this shrill chord of sadness,' she moaned
bring soft breezes for my pallid complexion'
he listens not
'brutalize me then, you care for nothing but pleasure,
..I will go my way without you ..send the wind and storms'
I see them coming.. dark and with menace'
ivory clouds run in sheeplike clothes, indigo and darkness rising in her blacked out sky
a bloody flag carried on his back
he hunches then stares at her blankly
..'you will not have me old man '

Pact

Resuscitation