Second Fall

"Let there be", and

there it was - man
drew a breath,

woman drew a rib, for

"it was not good
for him to be alone",

or without a receptacle
for his guilt
which required a flood
(and later, blood)
to wash away;
or a loaded boat
so many
by so many cubits
to buoy the remnant
two by two
to the top of a mount -

a dove-borne Covenant,
the drowned earth below 
rainbowed.

    - Lorraine Robain