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I See The Bile Flow
I see the bile flow from the pipes into the canals
and wonder how many lives are part of the green mix.
How many could have breathed another day of living
with caring need by those in control of our daily lives?
How many songs were lost in the quiet of drowning water,
and how many dances swallowed by the vile drink?
It angers me so just to remember all the lives I had seen
before the flood, all the laughter and all the smiles.
Where are they now and where are their wares of existence?
Gone to the netherworld out to sea, to the bottom
of Lake Pontchartrain or to the fires that rage inside the bowl?
Damn the politic, damn the gods of worth!
Why did it have to come to this, this wonder of disillusion
and destruct! Damn all authorities' every light of day!
Damn them to the hearth of ecstatic flame!
There was no reason for any of this to be!
Damn their unholy souls to the sewage they helped create
in New Orleans, city of unlimited being!
I see the pictures on television and hear the voices resound
with excuses and dismissive tone. I hear their words and wonder
do they really see the heart of the man, the heart of the woman,
the heart of the child, the bark of the dog, the cry of the cat.
Do they listen to all that comes to their ears' horn?
Doubt they have any clue as to what is truly New Orleans!
Will this destruction become another gentrification of the land
and a sanitized city to emerge ala Disneyfied Times Square, New York?
Damn their unholy souls of demise! Damn their unimaginable brains
of disgust! Fuck their god and piss on his belly at night while
those who lived in the city of light in this new world where
bodies float face down in disregard and disrespectful fright!
Fuck the politic and damn their worth! May they die
an unnatural blight of unkind wont and float into oblivion
with greater demise than the city of New Orleans!
Damn them to an oblivious black night!
I see a future, though, because the haunting riotous heart
of this city of light, this city of New Orleans, has a heartbeat
that will not be quenched in the alchemy of conservatism
and religious zealousness. Their pompous desire will not be
in this city of desire, this city of constant delight. They say it
is a modern Sodom and Gomorrah just because "Jesus" says so.
Do they read the words of their own savant? No. Do they listen
to the spirit of their religious icon? No. They haven't a clue of his heart!
Listen now, take a deep breath and try not to drink in the green bile
that fills New Orleans. Breathe the light that stands on its waters
and shines in the eyes of its people now scattered about the New World
called America. This new world order will return to its beginning,
to the Louisiana land they call home. They will look toward Washington
and say, "Nevermore! Nevermore!" The black bird will take flight
and the demons of night will scatter toward Crawford, Texas,
and blacken his land. The demon will take a deep breath and
swallow whole the pestilence he projected onto the land and
his last breath will mean nothing. His life will extinguish
as though it never happened. But the land of New Orleans
will return to the glory it majestically once was while his heart
becomes the shit it was always meant to be.
I see the bile flow from the pipes into the canals
and wonder how many lives are part of the green mix.
How many could have breathed another day of living
with caring need by those in control of our daily lives?
How many songs were lost in the quiet of drowning water,
and how many dances swallowed by the vile drink?
In the end of it all none of it will matter, because all lives lost
will become the fodder and the fertilizer to fuel the new landscape
and foster the well-being of what was and what is and what will
become the New Orleans of our lives. None of what was mistaken
will be and all the mishaps that transpired will dissipate
with the morning wind much like the cow passing gas:
it all will go up into the air and fuel the land once again.
Fuck their gods and fuck their hearts of darkness because the land
of New Orleans is greater than any of their blackened hearts of hate
and sneering lips, their snide remarks and distasteful words spewed.
The bile will only become the food that will fill the land
of New Orleans with light, making it a city of light once again!
I see the bile flow from the pipes into the canals
and wonder how many lives are part of the green mix.
How many could have breathed another day of living
with caring need by those in control of our daily lives?
How many songs were lost in the quiet of drowning water,
and how many dances swallowed by the vile drink?
Take a deep breath and try not to drink in the green bile
that fills New Orleans now, but breathe in the light
that stands on its waters and shines in the eyes of its people
scattered about the New World called America. This city
and its people will return to their beginning, to the Louisiana
land they call home and will say, "Nevermore! Nevermore!"
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