So,
when the strong unholy high winds
whiplashed over the sold-off marshlands
eaten back to a sigh of saltwater,
the Crescent City was already shook down to her pilings,
her floating ribs, her spleen & backbone...

Excerpt from Requiem by Yusef Komunyakaa, Oxford American, Issue 51, Fall 2005

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