The saboteur who broke the levy at Quincy,
who didn’t want his wife to come home from work
who pulled some sandbags from
the levy at Quincy whose hand flooded a
million places downriver that shame-bound
creature of Downstate was
sentenced to life.
Gravity was no defense, the seeping hopes of
stacked-up water was no excuse and the deep
animate clams of muddy Mississippi River
chunklings could not aid and abet.
Now a man stays dry and fed in prison for a
scurrilous deed done under the klieg lights
of a Salvation Army Comfort Truck
I swear that water has a memory and it will
never forget the day the levy was breached at Quincy.
© 1995 Daniel X. O'Neil
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