Katrina of the South
The waters rise again and flood the graves.
We named this hurricane, we battened down.
The ocean’s had enough of floating staves;
the waters rise again, and flood the graves
with names. A uniformed policeman saves
a child. Beyond his reach, two others drown.
The waters rise again and flood the graves.
We named this hurricane. We battened down.
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