post-diluvian

Rain doesn’t discriminate
Between the sinners
And the saints
(it takes and it takes and it takes…)

The trees
The houses
The bayous
Are all drowning

The guts of houses
Fallen limbs
Scraps of lives
Now rotting on

The lawns we planted
As attempts to control
A wild and waste world
In which we are so small

This beautiful city
Baptized in the water
Of a world that groans
Heavenward to be born again

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