I fart and the world smells fresh with the stink of rot
fresh as a moldly rose cut down and disabused
as an object of joy by forces of nature
relax here comes the flood to make beauty a blot
to assess for damage as water levels rise
assurance insurance companies cover flood
nevermore greater cause for concern in matters
decided by agents pressed by banks to assess
the term catastrophe as news media hype
hell or high water clause set into every lease
evicts tenants from homes when a mortgage is due
wonders never cease here in terms of government
organizational contracts to destroy homes
relatively untouched by the hurricane's reach
left to die without help from search and rescue crews
death seems more dignified than neglect or abuse
set into play by lack of state law enforcement
murder looting shooting theft kidnapping battery
enter the fallen world the realm of burnt angels
left to fly without wings torched by demonic heat
left to try without love for the souls lost in storms
so frightful editors work overtime to screen
freelance footage of scenes others choose not to see
release the rescue dogs to find overrun morgues
earning nothing to burn corpses all these bodies
seemingly alive once by neighbors just last week
however without pulse people become deceased
welcome the length of life from one week to one year
if you survive longer you may get to enjoy
this moment and the next the gift of the present
humble people accept the terms of these limits
the rest cry out in pain in immense misery
heaven rests in their minds as an uncertain realm
eventually time runs out for some but pain
still weighs within the souls of the living like scales
tried in absentia for spending not enough time
in the presence of good friends making fun of death
never knowing for sure when the moment arrives
kissing your ass goodbye when time comes to a halt
of course time is simply an illusion magic
from still images left in a tin in a drawer
remind me of these words when everyone I know
oversteps the top step in the dark to stumble
thoughtlessly into dust and I will cry in pain
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