Ravens still pecking at the Saints
after nine years
Eve of August 29th 2014
Noon and the sky darkens across the
mast
A city of garbage mountains
Fit to cry today seen the family
bibles soaked
Some wounds do not close
The sheetrock and shingles folded
hands
Here are the people
Much better, much better
Time, time, time
Clouded break voice parade
Love was, love was a flood
Rain dogs and souvenirs
Ignatius carts and slum shards
Projects ain’t der no more
Shiny apartments and flotsam fire
arms
Economic stimulus to get through
2008
Better off so many say-so rats in
the maze
Begging pellets and hearts
Soaked up too much water from the
street
Might never dry out
Insurance made whole
The cashed check lectures
Gentrification and street car
serenades
Hill Billy hipsters and dread-locked
cranks
Parties and beads kazoos and burlesque
Should be smiling more, but today
Today it still smells a bit of
death
Water in the air, rain getting ready
to come
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