After the Flood
The city’s dead undulate in rivers.
They sing of loss, haunt
the haunted city.
The newborn is crying.
She is a loaf of discomfort.
Her cold mother was not swift.
We, hapless humans,
prepared the best we could—
Bought cigarettes,
wandered through clouds.
Clare L. Martin
8.31.05
“After the Flood” first appeared in the anthology, Beyond Katrina, published in 2005.
Clare L. Martin 
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Great poem, Clare. I posted my Katrina poem and left a link to yours.
http://helenl.wordpress.com/2008/08/29/never-forget/
Thanks, Helen. We must never forget. And I am under the gun from Gustav. 😦
Prayers are being offered. Love, Helen