• HURRICANE POEMS FOR A LARK

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    1. Who Has Seen the Wind?

    Always the uninvited guest,
    the wind
    pushes through the porch
    into the house,
    and scatters leaves collected
    in its wake,
    like a shower of crackling
    seeds freed
    from pods that do not come
    from here.
    Strange, how
    it barrels through rooms
    disturbing spiders spinning
    webs busily
    before the storm ebbs,
    safety nets strung
    among sepia-tinted pictures
    on the wall.
    What did it miss along the way?
    Windsas interlopers are blind
    levelers–the rich
    run for supplies as quickly as
    the poor do.
    In New York, as in Manila,
    the howler
    brought in the flood, and left
    laughing.

    2. She Left Uproariously Howling

    Her fury might as well have
    risen from the sea
    Wreck every hearth and heart on her wake:
    It should not matter,
    these are worms wriggling
    To overstay in rotten mounds
    of a leftover paradise
    Abandoned by leeches of fuel,
    stones, fire powder,
    Who ripped the sides of
    mountains for nickel
    And gold to build the ships
    that burned villages
    From the sky and left like
    the wind laughing
    After the slaughter of the
    hallooing innocents
    Yelping hosannas to a rain
    of napalm, welcoming
    Death and dying as
    deliriously as they did some
    Distant rain brought by
    growls of sudden thunder.

    3. Beware the Deluge Reprised

    A Deluge comes.
    Only this time, we have no Arks
    Nor Ararats to salvage all
    who hope to find
    Another Blue Planet in an
    extended Universe.
    No one has applied to be a Noah.
    They are all,
    All retired and tired of saving
    a ruthless specie,
    The homo viator whose
    journey brings nothing
    But a discovery that
    He has lost the Love He had
    For all the meek who shall
    inherit the Earth.

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