I’ve watched this city drown
twice in my lifetime
and the thing I remember most
is the politicians; how they mourn
our loss, clamber through the debris
proclaiming a new start for the wet masses.
Life, as it is, remains
watermarked, stories of how high
stretch up the wall.
You never forget what’s lost
and the smell, it never goes away:
the smell and the politicians.
This poem is based on a conversation with a family friend after the January floods here in in QLD. Lenny lost everything in 1974 and again this year, even though he had rebuilt at a level that was supposedly ‘flood-safe’. I decided to post this, as just yesterday, I received news that the towns of Vicksburg and Natchez are holiding their breath as the mighty Mississippi threatens to burst its banks. It sure has been a year of it… So say a prayer for the people who are under threat.
And a big thanks to emily xyz for also sending through this great clip of Little Brother Montgomery singing Vicksburg Blues. He sure can wail!