New Orleans Elegy

We're all floated bodies, splay-limbed, blue-faced,
limning gutters the lengths of America.

We've all looted, hunger-loosed, fever-freed,
prowling aisles set out in plastics.

We're a country w/ out levee.
Acid rain blows in from Gods & sand-rats,

blighting us. We slumber at flood-gates, star-struck.
Ciphers amble about, skin-flashed, scurvy.

We're all would-be snipers, trigger-trained, tensed,
limning bars, hearts of America.

We're all drowning, shudder-huddled, money-pitted,
prowling streets knee-deep in feces.

We're a country w/ out levee.