The sky swung on streams of light and dark
Reflected in quickly moving smashed glass
Sticking into tumbling tree limbs
The rumbling of thunder
Blowing up hope.
There was no escape.
The wild winds whipping through cluttered streets
Blowing away the man and his castle
The woman and child
A storm as wild and as big
As the State itself.
The sea was above us
Deadly rivers below
Trapping people in their cars
Horns sounding like a tortuous challenge
To our already shattered souls.
Poles and cables smashed and crackled a deadly welcome
For the unsuspecting
Wading through the water
To the dead and living,
And then it was done.
No home, no money
Nowhere to bury,
Century old graves washed away
Corpses smothered in mud and dirt
Exposed by nature
After all these years.
Then came the outstretched hand
Promising it would go
To those in need
Begging other States to help the helpless
And that politician smirk when the checks arrive.
Let the dead bury the dead
I could use that money for some call girls
And on it goes
A never ending tempest
A never ending glimpse of hell.
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