And now, water. Oozing over broken levees.
Broken by defiance.
Whose hands tore chunks from salvation,
Distributed them to crabs, ditches, back to silt?
The Jester looks apologetic...be not fooled by
His eyes, for they search, while smiling, cajoling.
Malignant Jester all the same..
Malificus Malficorum!
Dancing with the Devil on these bayous.
Churches hold no services today...
Baptize thyself in Waters of the Mother...
Mother. Do you see us, hear us, want us?
Send the salvation of sandbags, for we are
Already water-baptized...
Houma cries today.
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