A single shelf sits untouched by the rubble,
its contents unmolested by the storm;
while mold grows from the walls like razor stubble,
and walls and ceilings crumble beyond form.
Below, the room is nothing but destruction,
appliances and desks upturned and smashed,
displaced and wretched by the flood water's suction,
strewn through the house and turned to worthless trash.
Along the ceiling molding where it crested,
a gray mud line demarks the surge's path;
yet that shelf seems pristine, and calm and rested,
quite unaffected by Katrina's bath.
On that shelf? Kali and Shiva, destroyers,
look out into the chaos of the foyer.
08 OCT 2005
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