this has been done we thought and took our rest
but did not know that the river still rose
that much occurred our peace to discompose
as angry birds moved through the sky with zest
proclaiming loudly in voices unblessed
so much we did not want then to disclose
we could not blink so then we came to blows
having no choice but lie and jape and jest
into the air smoky and dull with grief
the many dead proclaim how we have failed
their silent word enough to mark our end
for even though this time we claim relief
will soon arrive all see the ship has sailed
even a fool plain death can comprehend
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