Poetry from the disaster zone.

From Grace

We are lucky to live in this day and age of 'Citizen Journalism'.  Lucky in that regular folks can report in from the field/the front/on the ground and give us the story from diverse points of view.  Lucky in that someone like Alan Bostick, a wonderful writer-blogger, can send us a bit of poetry from the disaster zone.  Alan connected with contacts provided in this blog, and is currently boots-on-the-ground in Biloxi, Mississippi.

Alan's poem, 'What's Good About Sunglasses', follows.

What's Good About Sunglasses

The sun's bright out there
Sunglasses keep the glare out of your eyes
If you're working
Cleaning debris
Sunglasses'll protect your eyes from
Dust, wood chips, stuff flying around in the air
Even working inside, they'll keep off the dust and black mold
Remember, though
If you're talking to the woman whose
House you're ripping up
The last remnants of whose life
You're piling up on the street for the city to haul away
Take your sunglasses off
So she can look you in the eye
See that you're a human being just like she is
But put them on again when you're through talking
Because the really great thing about sunglasses is
They hide the tears

for Veronica