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Four Poems: Harvest of Apoplectic Horses [Katrina's Pathway]

By: Dennis Siluk

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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

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Dennis Siluk, international Poet

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