Four Poems: Harvest of Apoplectic Horses

　　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