wasteland of wood and
steel spaghetti, unwelcome
water everywhere
(but not enough to drink)
subway becomes canal
disease looks up from
endless pools of wicked
wicked water
nothing clean anymore
nothing clear anymore
and why does “Sandy”
sound so friendly
front yard yachts
dolly without a child
mom’s wedding picture
things in wrong places
sad rescue-dog faces,
death-at-the-door
screaming,
children leaving forever
before kindergarten
and why does “Sandy”
sound so friendly
homeless hearts
homeless in an hour
homeless in an hour
words will not help
nor a god “too high
up and too far away”
reach out
from the security of
our untouched homes
the spared reach out to
hug them with wallets
and a single shared soul