An Awful Tempest
Mashed the Air
An awful tempest mashed the air,
The clouds were gaunt and few;
A black, as of a spectre's cloak,
Hid heaven and earth from view.
The creatures chuckled on the roofs
And whistled in the air,
And shook their fists and gnashed their teeth,
And swung their frenzied hair.
The morning lit, the birds arose;
The monster's faded eyes
Turned slowly to his native coast,
And peace was Paradise!
~ Emily Dickinson (1830-1886)
But in the wreckage left behind
The politicians raged.
Each blamed the Other Party
For being disengaged.
The President was vilified
The Cabinet was mocked
The Money Men from Silicon
Pretended to be shocked.
While on the ground the Good Brown Souls
Did everything they could
To bring the victims and their pets
To safety from the Flood.