Old Mama wades the murky soup
one hand clutching a sodden loaf
the other pushing a floating door
her drowned husband stretched full length
as if he was only napping
all the way to Charity Hospital.
She marches in prideful slow motion
wearing her beads of sweat
stepping out to internal rhythms.
She’d prayed for help
but the angels were tardy
those noisy black choppers
flying over to what’s left of Ninth Ward
roofs stewing like dumplings in stock
rescuers reeling down redemption
then ascending on hooked thin lines
plucking up the lucky ones
while Old Mama slogs uncharted flows
black in brown under blue.
Early Works is an exhaustive compilation of the first decade of the poems and stories of Z.B.McClure. Included are family photos, rare personal photos, photos of 1st draft manuscripts of many of his early poems. Also some biography and memoir materia
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