Wind overpowers most trees after
the storm’s first hour, and a meltdown
of levees and dikes breaches the wall
protecting our town. No street
is spared floodwaters as the town braces
against total destruction. We hope for
desperately needed help, for more
compassion, but we face only chaos.
Source: After Meltdown, Wall Street Braces for More Chaos
(Golden shovel poem based on New York Times headlines)
