poem - flood III

not so lucky
or rebuilt
are those in Louisiana
coursing horsefloods overrunningbanks, homes, schools

Yes, we’ve been here before.
The watery stampede has
Challenged the banks of the slough
The bridge support is rebuilt.
The earth below is fortified.

Not so lucky, or rebuilt
Are those in Louisiana
Coursing horsefloods overrunning
Banks, homes and schools.

I thought perhaps the floods here
Might be love. Not so
There, the destruction of
Love’s homeward trails.

The powerless (the poor) still have
To tame the horses, clean out
The stalls and stalling of
Sad powers too late
Certainly afar from places
Of hurt, from home trials,
Except perhaps re-election
(Or personal reflection).

How can whole cities clean up, clean out,
from tiny and masculine rampages
of stormy horsefloods and the cavalry of
the driving storm?

How can whole countries of people
Be left to fend off nature’s cavalry? To
Clip nature’s ability to reproduce this havoc,
A sterilization process for a herd
Of some yet unseen gathering
Equine teamed torrent…

What nation would do that
to its own people?
Or is that offering too much,
That water flooding both sides meet.


band names: horsefloods