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Noah’s Nadir

When Charles came over the water heater had been washed out
its cylinder shaped had dents and mud splotches mixed with chlorophyll
which ran down the sides leaving small driblets of itself;
I hadn’t known him, but could only surmise that he was troubled
and his skin was a grayish hue with markings of pain mixed with benevolence.
He was a survivor
just like the ship called the Americana.
Its hull
damaged from mysterious gluttonous whales;
its passengers left to fend for themselves
emaciated by narcissism;
Noah had too much of this
and made his escaped by lifeboat,
never to be seen
again.
He survived too.

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