Poem | 'Lament'

We couldn’t get our special wine
(And Pharaoh said, “Not me, not mine”).

We’re not the people to complain,
But at that very moment, rain—

As in some awful movie—fell
In solid sheets, vacation hell!

I’d never seen a thicker flood
Of first-born deaths, and frogs, and blood.

The awning was insanely battered,
The couple on the beach side spattered—

Their ruined anniversary!
Just a bad joke, it seems to me;

And us, without our special wine
(And Pharaoh said, “Not me, not mine”).