Flint

Flint drowns in the dead
neurons of its children
and I ask the grey sky
how the waters of Katrina-
that beautiful ocean
of wild shrimp and sun
could turn to floods
that destroyed so much
made so many homeless
who still wonder and wander-
how those deadly waters
knew where to look to find
the next dark-skinned crowd
the politicians ignore
to destroy.

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About janemwoodman

Singer, writer, restaurant reviewer, urban farmer, devoted lover of my husband....old and getting happier all the time.
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2 Responses to Flint

  1. Sabiscuit says:

    I like the sharpness of the formatting. It really adds to the strong feeling of restraint that runs through the poem. Great message for a humanitarian appeal. xo

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