Two Years after Katrina Hurricane

1.
Homer raised from the dead
writes the history of the storm.

2.
Unknown woman died with
Katrina flood. Her bones found
two years later scattered
with bits of red and blue
cloth that folded as bandana;
her false teeth pink and white
crisp in her bones and empty
pelvic girdle made gender
obvious. Her grandchild,
we presume about three
found beside her in the
quickening of the mud that
buried them as part of new
hills of garbage not cleaned.

3.
Mud dried on her old face.
Her wire glasses broken,
discarded near her skull.
Brown grass, old tires strewn
over a grave stone absent
as forgotten past when
rich men scatter lucre
for booze and strippers
dance Mardi Gras;
New Orleans resumes
with prospect casinos
less African, stark with
white lilies arranged
to strip color white
and easy in dead ward.

Oh big easy “where have
your flowers gone?”
to seed again and death
rains over the eddy as we
fish for tomorrow blind
to the bad luck of weak
rulers gathered together
in memorial now for old
woman and child found
finally, and now called
heroes with contrite psalm.


4.
One day before “Katrina”
hit the beach one rosy dawn
Homer creates the history
of our world a second time.
Today, there are no storms
and the wind pushed away
by the hand of Poseidon
weeps while Homer plans.