i was imagining what it must be like...
I'm not there, but I think, the city is empty, except tv crews and a few with steel-constucted houses further north.
All of the beads from years of celebration that glisten in the trees 365 days a year will be blown away.
At the basilica people would have visited, prayed and left, as far away as they could get. A statue stands now alone in the dark, and rain is falling upon the roof of the church like tears. All the candles are blown out now, lit perhaps earlier in the day with hopes attached to them but snuffed out hurriedly.
At the cemetaries, the bodies will rise out of the ground and be tossed into the willows. The cardboard or otherwise simple headstones will be lost, the born and dieds erased. In the pauper's cemetary the bodies are buried one on top of the other as time goes on, and their names added to existing placards or scratched into the stone.
At Tulane University the arriving students barely moved in before being evacuated. Classes were to start today. My aunt, who gave me a tour of the city when I visited one summer, works at Tulane, and she is safe, 150 miles west in a hotel.
All of the beads from years of celebration that glisten in the trees 365 days a year will be blown away.
At the basilica people would have visited, prayed and left, as far away as they could get. A statue stands now alone in the dark, and rain is falling upon the roof of the church like tears. All the candles are blown out now, lit perhaps earlier in the day with hopes attached to them but snuffed out hurriedly.
At the cemetaries, the bodies will rise out of the ground and be tossed into the willows. The cardboard or otherwise simple headstones will be lost, the born and dieds erased. In the pauper's cemetary the bodies are buried one on top of the other as time goes on, and their names added to existing placards or scratched into the stone.
At Tulane University the arriving students barely moved in before being evacuated. Classes were to start today. My aunt, who gave me a tour of the city when I visited one summer, works at Tulane, and she is safe, 150 miles west in a hotel.