Friday, January 11, 2013

Hurricane A poem by Daigneault

I wrote this the day after the hurricane tore Tuscaloosa apart last April.  But with the people of New Jersey still suffering I thought it appropriate!

A poem by Daigneault

The devil had a party
Tuscaloosa rides rotting, gnashing teeth

A few short minutes
All held dear, shredded trash

Timbers and TVs, babies and board games
A living city took to flight

A few short minutes
The monster howled, lives and memories were lost

Everything, that is every thing lost
Hopes and worries and tomorrows plans

A few short minutes
This quintessential crime

And standing in the wreckage
a stranger with a camera

This ultimate pornography
Served with America’s morning coffee

A shattered woman, more than alone
Knee deep in shredded sorrows

“I don’t know how to do this”
She said, with her voice shaking

Well be right back
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