Catrina chaos and carnage

Dixie went to the
Convention Centre.
Whole districts locked down.
The sound of megaphones
Hammering out warning.
The levee had been
Compromised.
Stuff of hurricanes.


Walls of water, mud,
Branches, human waste and
Body parts rushed inland.
Reptiles roiling.
Rooftops hosting choruses
Of terrified house pets.
Hospitals never imagining what’s next.
Hydro lost. Darkness. Drippings.



Life sustaining machines.
Just a joke.
Appliance stores, liquor stores
Looted. Broken glass
The common denominator.
Winds screeched like
A thousand Medusas
Of myth. Seductive sirens.


Boys in blue shot at.
“Don’t come near.
Our territory now.
Better damn well
Believe it Pigs.
We’re shopping.
Thrum of choppers overhead.
Prevented from landing.
For rescue sake.
Good intentions
Thwarted by thugs.