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This poem is taken from PN Review 107, Volume 22 Number 3, January - February 1996.

Three Poems Stanley Moss

Letter to Noah
Greetings, I hope you will not be disappointed to learn I survived
the flood, riding the back of a giant turtle for a year,
riding the endless mountain ranges and oceans above gorges,
ice, and snow-covered peaks that had become part of the deep.
Sometimes I could see the sun and the moon.
I kept my senses counting the days that had no name.
I prayed to the godless moon. Even now I hear the thunder
after thunder of ocean against ocean, all manner of newborn things
crying for their mothers - the last living sound.
I saw islands of angry faces, an ocean of rodents
devouring each other, great serpents of children
knotted together in whirlpools. I mourned all things corrupt and
  unclean.
Despite my peril I saw the beauty of jungle birds
that in mid-afternoon filled the horizon like a sunset.
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