with so much light shadows are bright
the color of sound roots in neutral ground
white goods or the mist of wolves
mourners dance in a voodoo trance
the end of truth the death of youth
wealthy preachers modest teachers
streetcar named desire flood and fire
a gulf storm wet and warm
a green wine followed by a black vine
like swaying palms the dripping calm
like the blues flesh of the bruise
like the rain crisscrossed the train
who’s got trouble all the trouble
over the river the deep river
canopies drying horses flying
cannabis smoke like incense and hope
love and peace lies and police
musty rooms floating tombs
a lizard call wakes a shadow doll
New Orleans
New Orleans or Nawlins or The City that Care Forgot or The City of Nature
Thus Hurricane Katrina blotted out every living thing
But the fountains of the deep closed
And the people remembered Nola.
They remembered their flowers of desire,
Live oaks branching across dreams,
The natural magic of walking banana trees,
Dancing lizards and voodoo honey.
People remembered and one by one
The sweet devilwood of their mornings
Returned in the beak of a dove.
There’s no way to stay sober
Where streets have the names of Muses.
There’s no way to stay dry
In so green and destructive an Eden.