Cinders
\nfalling where the rain was.
\nA manic sound
\ncrackling like scratchy nails
\non the roof.
\nThe waves falling
\nlike exhausted swimmers
\nfrom the hurricane.
\nGustav looking for his sister.
\nLike a great whale
\nbreeching itself on the land.
\nGustav howled and called out
\nfor Katrina,
\nangel of the sea\u2019s holocaust.
\nIgnoring the small, fragile beings
\nwho flashed pictures
\nof Gustav\u2019s rage,
\nand did not understand
\nthe revenge of Gustav\u2019s love.<\/p>\n
How the sea and land
\nfought for the supremacy
\nof the world.
\nFor the streets
\nto be planted in gardens of coral.
\nFor the mountains to be destroyed
\nand washed away.
\nThat the grandeur of the dream
\nis the pounding of relentless time.
\nWhere the poinsettia of the sun rises
\nto show Gustav the way,
\nand after him,
\nanother and another
\nof the sea\u2019s children,
\nuntil the earth is covered
\nwith its soul.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Cinders falling where the rain was. A manic sound crackling like scratchy nails on the roof. The waves falling like exhausted swimmers from the hurricane.…<\/p>\n