In Time

In time, when the sign is given, you'll find
that you only were chosen to see and understand
what it is
then you'll flee from the ark to an olive branch
that will break under the weight of your burden your pain
and with compassion you'll carry it across the four corners of the earth
or
you'll jump from the ship
demand that they hurl you overboard
to save sailors.

No painting
will contain the terror
the fluttering
in the cold belly of the fish
and the before
and the after.

Sons of prophets, pimps of signs
will crash their plane on the isles of Utopia
and from submarines will shell
the cliffs of Ararat