A Grief Called Katrina
She raged
Howling winds
Floodwaters
Floating
Welfare ridden
Poverty stricken
Drug addicted
Ex-convicted
Corpses
She wailed
From fathomless depths
A heaving tempest
A downpour
Of the painful liquid
Submerging corruption
As convoluted and complex
As the criss crossings of cement
She cleansed
She heaved
A great sob
From her breast
Releasing riots
Destruction, disease
And bathed herself
In tears
Howling winds
Floodwaters
Floating
Welfare ridden
Poverty stricken
Drug addicted
Ex-convicted
Corpses
She wailed
From fathomless depths
A heaving tempest
A downpour
Of the painful liquid
Submerging corruption
As convoluted and complex
As the criss crossings of cement
She cleansed
She heaved
A great sob
From her breast
Releasing riots
Destruction, disease
And bathed herself
In tears
posted by Lee at 5:37 PM
1 Comments:
It is a deep sorrow and tragic the way things unfolded before and after the storm. The picture you paint is awesome and true to the core of that essence.
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