There, on the surface of Napoleon Avenue
in the indifferent heart of New Orleans
there reemerges the orgy of crazy carnival.
See the airplane; protruded from its window
a train of bridal gown of twelve hundred meters,
an extra reason for Guines to fool upstart nations. *
Millions of dollars torn as confetti
thrown around from chariots of two stores.
Millions of dollars as garlands stitched
οn particoloured uniforms, under underclothes....
...there, so much buzz making all people deaf
not remembering the clamor of typhoon Catrina
(two years past, memory can’t hold clamors back)
that plans to fall upon and relevel such a feast,
flexible so as to leave the schools upright.
There, on the surface of Napoleon Avenue
in the indifferent heart of New Orleans
tell me, how mane times are we to die
in how many successive Waterloos?
"CATRINA (Typhoon)"
Quite interesting, I enjoyed the read.
Something to ponder indeed!
Thank you for sharing,
From the Heart of an Artist Quiet Storm