K-ville

Something in the air down here since the storm

Another funeral every week, another ambulance

Screaming down the street but we go on, we go on

Like there’s no place else to go, question marks

Attached to every sentence as though there were an

Answer floating in the air, just over there...

If only the question mark could hook it

And our fragile minds could reel it in

But that’s the sin of it all, there are no answers

In this place, just the face of desperate drive toward

Unknown destination, and the eerie sensation creeping

Down the spine that our purpose here is tangent,

Noble and divine, and nothing will convince us

That it’s not, not e’en the grave so we’ll stay here

Play here, pray here until there’s nothing left to save

We’re just too busy living to worry when we’ll die

We’re just too busy doing to stop and question why

©2007 Rhonda Lee Richoux

Tags: k-ville, katrina recovery, new orleans
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