my mellow eyes want but to weep,
yet i will strive on to bring joy
to the one who can destroy
all of us with a great flood,
yet fear not, for he said he would
never do such a thing
for all generations that noah’s to bring.
for face-to-face, we wouldn’t survive
with his plagues and things of that sort.
break my bread and pour my port.
Luka.