Who'd have cause to find it tragic, should
a tidal wave erase this little city?
Who indeed could argue with much pity
or call for fresh debate for common good,
on news of deep concern and urgency?
Apart from silence before the nine o'clock
news in brief, the usual dose of shock,
pundits mouthing off, some petty currency
quietly withdrawn from market boards, who cares,
to be candid, when a minor nation ends?
No doubt they had it coming, we'd say. Shit happens.
What terror is renewed: with grim affairs
and grave talk, shadows, tougher laws, weapons
against nightfall, and drought, and uncertain friends?