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Click hereThe Silenced Sax
Katrina roared
and a State collapsed.
Freed levy water buried the blues
and floated bloated bodies, face down
on a mat of toxic mud. A man
squats on his rooftop,
his home drowned
to the eaves. A mother lay
on a concrete step, quiet
and quite alone, her newborn snatched
by the rabid sea in shadowed days
and suckled on a stranger’s breast.
Hunger vied with haemorrhaging
to steal her life
as looters steal Twinkies
to survive.
And in the corner
sits a silent sax.
This is the first'Katrina'poem I've read. I'm sure `there are more to come. The image of the sax really sticks in my mind. Clear images, thanks.
of the big easy...lets hope the music will soon flow anew...sighs...blue