Sonnet to Evacuees

Toppled by the hurricane hype of the hour,
red-arrowed bubbled maps pointing
circuitous path of destruction and mayhem; their dour
pronouncements and minute by minute spent waiting

reach their climax in fizzles and turns, news
of nothing, and as your attention gets sharper and better,
slipping by still unheeded one other doom--
while storm evacuees are welcomed in shelters,

12,000 migrant children are held and detained,
callous indifference our collective soul, stained.


© Christine Salkin Davis, 2018



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