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!
Hurricane
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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