As Death Named Mathew Lumber's Our Way Poem by James McLain

And death should have been it's name and
death has been left behind.
It crawls northward a bit to the west a bit
more north then turns around for sloppy seconds.
As corruption absolutely corrupts on came
the governor.
Death, should have been his name sake as well.
The wind will begin to howl
none from the north whom moved down here have ever heard.
A few whom haven't left will die.
The water will surge in an angry boil unlanded.
Boat's left unsecured will be left inland.
Legal salvage for they whom prey on like disasters.
As one eye begin's to die a larger one forms.
Unseen to the eye being night are from which nightmares
are made.
Screams from the young whom thought to ride the head
of foam go unheard.
Gene's such as these were preordained to die out.
Once wide beaches are washed away and replaced with
cracked limbs as lungs burst.
Forewarned sound advice by some was ignored.
Then it turns in a large circle and heads around key west
and enters the gulf.
A shallow gulf, a gulf full of fuel to stalk U.S. again.
The corrupt Governor won't send help and declares martial law.
The National gaurd not from Florida by design, which makes
it easier for them to use deadly force.
You have been warned the devil has said unrepentantly.
Being not from here he will become aroused at your destruction,
not needing Viagra.
What of all the women and men in Florida's prison's.
Again life for me by them for telling the truth will be made harder.
I would have to use Viagra but have long since lost all
interest in xes.
Death is death and someone else won't be found.
As they bus the missing dead Yankees in to vote for Donald Trump.