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    Four Poems: Katrina's Pathway

    Harvest of Apoplectic Horses
    ((Dedicated to: Katrina)) crisis)

    It has happened before:
    Nearby and afar,
    Where the four-horses of
    Apocalypse
    With their flaming nostrils
    Breathed in the fury of the winds
    Only to vomit out, disaster; -
    Then galloped away,
    Against pale faces!...

    #824 9/2/05

    The Vanishing
    [Dedicated to: Katrina]

    For a time, I left my body-
    Behind me.
    Still,
    I resided in my darkroom-
    "There is good in the world," I said,
    The spirit of the world begins
    To move-slowly, after Katrina.
    I closed my eyes, thinking
    New Orleans, Mississippi
    (a prayer, if only for one).
    Women's hands, loaves of bread?
    Appear?eyes of men tired with dread
    Burgundy faces, huddled
    Together?appear.
    I say: thank God it's not winter.
    The world is silent (mostly)
    A few friends hear our cry
    But they are just shadows
    Turned away from the sun.
    The only thing worse than death,
    Is this-the vanishing.

    #825 9/2/05

    Bones in Water
    (The Gem of the South; Katrina)

    There once was this gem
    Down along the Mississippi
    (The Big Easy, New Orleans)
    A gem, all wanted to touch:
    Now in silent waters, like Atlantis;
    The city in the dark:
    Once the blossom of the South,
    It cannot stand up right now.
    Broken to its knees, with ease
    In the winds of the hurricane:
    Katrina's pathway: bones and ravage.

    #826 9/2/06

    Doomed to Live [Katrina]

    Doomed to live Are those who survived-? Katrina's massive outcry The defiance of Mother Nature Against mankind-. Thus, her ultimatum, her Remorseless, implacable Unalterable despair- Gave her skeleton to create A great catastrophe For humankind? Her face was gaunt, with Patched gray, colored dead With tarnished braids around Her eyelids-unaimed, calm Her voice, not even rose- She destroyed New Orleans Her golden rival!...

    #827 9/3/05

    Dennis Siluk, international Poet




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