Monday, March 6, 2017

Villanelle: Nothing Will Ever Be the Same

The rain came and the levee broke.
Our little farm to the landfill!
No one sighed and no one spoke.
A character in an orange cloak
tried to rob an empty till.
Then the rain came and the levee broke.
All would vanish at a stroke—
levee, catfish, corn still

but no one sighed and no one spoke.
Soon nothing but a busted yoke,
the bar moaned like a windmill
til the rain came and the levee broke.
Then didn’t the whole river shake?
trees, rafts, steamboat, knife-kill—
no one left to sigh or speak.
Just me, Huck, and some other folks,
waiting for the next big drill.
No one sighed and no one spoke
when the rain came and the levee broke.