Destruction of my substructure by stressed plates,
Some voo-doo curse laid it on—deconstructing my
Already worn-out, washed-up, ruined heap some called infrastructure.
Why? Too much bad blood, buried bones.
Lost babies, lost mamas, lost—
Nothing new, but nasty all the same. ~excerpt from poem
The Tuxedo Archives: Vol. 2010
, Article 5.
Available at: http://scholar.dominican.edu/tuxedolit/vol2010/iss1/5