DORSIMBRA FOR TONY HAYWARD

by Diane Elayne Dees


The oil-covered birds that wash up dead,
the turtles that you've burned alive, the marsh
that's turned to brown, the callous things you've said--
all make your fate a good deal less than harsh.

Lies, abandonment, blaming victims--
you used Katrina as your template:
Who cares about inhabitants
whose boundaries are eaten away?

What happens to you now is not important.
What matters are the toxins in the air,
the vanished incomes, poisons in the water--
the families who buried the eleven.


Editor’s Link: Dorsimbra.
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Diane Elayne Dees's political poetry has appeared in several publications. Diane also publishes Women Who Serve, a blog about women's professional tennis.
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