(Yessah’s reply to Noah)
Oh, Noah, my love, you’ve mistaken my name
I’m Yesus, poor friend of the lameWe live in the age of the ArkA rainbow of peoples embracing the darkNot you, I, it but we, yes-us create lifeTouchstone comfort dissolving strifeMichelangelo’s drawn nexusEurope’s leitmotif. Ich-Du, (Ja Wir). YesusA rotten-wrack of empire driven by gainAye, but think on Me, and remainForgive their wrong for living’s short
Redemptive love, by Christianity sought