The Great Flood



The Great Flood

Last night, you flew away and landed on another planet,

and now it’s raining Maine Coons and English Mastiffs.

Soon it will be a deluge all over the earth and mine

is a wooden ark but not built under any divine instruction.

There’s no float in my boat and like everything else will go under.

The fortieth day won’t find me perched on any mountaintop.

The fortieth night will pass with my wreckage down in a valley.

In the ancient story, it took the dove one flight every week

for one month before it finally found land and never returned.

If you trained that animal, it would’ve accomplished

its noble mission on the first attempt.


 Karl Sevilla


Karlo Sevilla of Quezon City, Philippines is the author of the poetry collections “Metro Manila Mammal” (Soma Publishing, 2018) and “Recumbent” (forthcoming from 8Letters Bookstore and Publishing). Recognized among the Best of Kitaab 2018, shortlisted for the 2021 Oxford Brookes International Poetry Competition, and thrice nominated for the Best of the Net, his poems appear in Philippines Graphic, Ariel Chart, Last Stanza Poetry Journal, San Antonio Review, Moss Puppy Magazine, Bulb Culture Collectiveand elsewhere. 

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