The Floating Dead
Location
Six dead in Florida
So hot, so hot
Lines of cars wrapping around
The city, droves of people
A frenzy of flies
Escaping the sky
Calm and quiet luring some back
It was so hot
The rain billowing
Through our streets
The wind peeling off housing
Peeling off our skin
The infectious water
So hot
Breaking through windows
And stealing away our things
Mother Nature’s cavalry
Rushing our homes
Exploding, cracking, bombing
The heat
Pulling us into battle
Now we float around this river-city
In peaceful horror
Our payback, your payback
For what is war
Without casualty?