🌀 The Aftermath Of Hurricane Milton 🌀 Poem by James McLain

Milton came,
like they all do,
spinning, tearing, cracking the bones
of the earth—
left us with broken streets
and broken people.
the homeless, scattered like leaves,
found no shelter
but death—
who takes ‘em in like an old friend.

store owners hiked prices,
greed spreading faster than the floodwaters,
their hands dirty,
counting bills while children cry for milk.

more police, always more,
walking like gods
through the wreckage,
flashing badges, but what good
is a badge
when the storm's already won?

the city's down on its knees
and we're just the survivors
left to sweep the bones away.