Katrina

Grand ol' lady on the grand ol' river

Water to the north, water to the south

Water to the east, water to the west

Gossamer veils hold it away

Mother nature fires

We dodge the bullet

Only to drown

From failed man-made murals of hubris

Noah is long dead

Saviors are rare in rising waters

Rescue only by ebbing's recession

Back into the wetted world whence it came

The city awaits the emergence of Jonah

Who will come with clefs--

--Alto, treble, tenor, and base

Embouchure applied to his whale's spout

In a water world

Sweet strains are the driest things

With handles to grasp and fix fast

So the songs will continue, sung