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Four Poems: Harvest of Apoplectic Horses [Katrinas Pathway]
Four Poems: Katrina's Pathway Harvest of Apoplectic Horses It has happened before: #824 9/2/05 The Vanishing For a time, I left my body- #825 9/2/05 Bones in Water There once was this gem #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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