“Living, is like getting ready to be dead for a long long time.” – Faulkner

Does the moon shine tonight on Charlie Chaplin
my nails are clacking they need a whacking
the bones on the Mississippians
little Fairy Jumper oh alone alone
mouth of Mississippi
to the bowels of New Orleans
flushing into the Gulf of Mexico
the Rio Grande
flushing in from Matamoros
Katrina blowback messages
‘I’m coming, evacuate”
and they did the class with cars
no minimum number of riders required
while public transportation
school buses
city buses
subsidized Amtrak
still demanded the coins of the realm
to escape Katrina
Burning Bush’s army took charge
FEMA took charge
BB refusing all foreign aid
FEMA refusing permits to medical facilities in place
orders of “Shoot to Kill”
looters that have no food, no water
Les Miserables,
it’s so cold here among the living.