The Flap of a Butterfly’s Wings…

Katrina was her name when she hit
Knocked down walls, lives, more than a bit
With time-machine of wonder, so geophysical
I announced to the world, I would distill
Source, roots of her being, so terrible
Rizzle, bizzle, hoot, toot-sizzle and I was
Off overseas tracing a time-stormy past
Ravaging nature, Atlantic’s broad back
Reversing time, storm’s inclinations, Bahamas
Time’s backward magic, decelerating dramas
Tropical Depression 12, August 23 2005
T’was more or less as I say, describe
Current flow, from African air asunder
Sahara, ominous, thunderous –zaaapppps!
Frightened butterfly, days before, wings’ flaps…
Beautiful delicate wings, gold, azure
Was Katrina’s source, I’ll assure
Butterfly, egg, cocoon, caterpillar past
To world, turbulence forever cast
Minor movements, consequences vast
Minute vibrations, atmospheres recast
From place, tranquil beauty unsurpassed
Removed from Jazz, Mardi Gras, shrimp repast
Bourbon Street, stately homes, Superdome
Levee break, lives at stake, political palindrome:
Are we not drawn onward, we few, drawn onward to a
new era?
Helicopter wings, Marine One, beings weak, Brownie’s
chimera?
Flooded horrors front photo ops, city’s time, trade, dead
stop
Forward machine of time, city awash, slime, crime,
partisan slop
HELP US, rescue sign read, black people implored on
that one rooftop!