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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
    dennis siluk, international poet


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