Red Stains

Day 11  “K” Katrina

Red Stains

The day the city let us back in,
we went to help.
Driving through mud covered alleys,
landfill streets.

Doors covered with red paint
 0 Dead  1 Dead  2.
Trapped inside,
survivors wait for rescue.

Wade into a home
about to collapse.
A dog floats by.
Tears well  
ashamed a dead
animal stirs more
emotion.

Dirty diapers decompose,
stench fills the house.
Rub chew on upper lip
the smell is better than
decay.

Trailers spread over
suburban lawns.
Temporary homes will last for
months, years.
Broken families wait
for checks.

Four years later.
Homes still crumbled,
waterlines still mark walls.
Death stained doors.

 

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