Of this I’m uncertain:
will we be forgiven
should there come a great flood
to drown out our decisions?
We were only children,
silly what we did then:
scooping up the tadpoles,
left them on the pavement.
Faultless in our innocence,
charming in our ignorance,
pissing in the reservoir,
didn’t know the difference.
Of this, I’m uncertain:
will we be forgiven
should there come a great flood
to drown out our decisions?
