DINA GREENBERG
AFTER FLORENCE, ROOF-TOP STIGMATA
i.
Blue tarps are our tell tale
roof-top stigmata
some with
some without
relief belief blessings
after Florence
tribes emerge
survivors first responders
haves have-nots
evacuees exiled still
the city an island
entombed in darkness
while the heavens pour
unrelenting
for days
brackish water laps and lashes
fetid dark
bloating rivers and creeks streets
ruthless trespass
eddies
through houses and churches and barns
water water
seeps and sifts remains
of chickens pigs
family photos
kindergarten plaster-of-Paris
treasures
and those
too poor to leave
stay
supplicants weary defeated hopeful
faithful
die-hards
those with means
those without
hunkered down inside
sodden drywall and timbers
shamed defiant fearful
penitent
factions
separated by grace
by income
by race
believers and sinners
battered or spared
by wind sheer
high tides and storm surge
random or divine
rooftops
lives livelihoods
unmoored
or Saved
spared
or crushed
beneath the weight
of thick ancient oaks
on dirt roads
tin-can trailers
tossed into ditches and fields
their occupants
forgotten
forsaken still
and again
ii.
weeks later
mold spreads feathery dark fingers
inside closets and cupboards
creeps beneath floorboards
while fans roar and roar
their demon mouths agape
in the city
flotsam lurks at curbside
sodden mattresses sofas carpets
shards of window glass
strips of aluminum coiled like serpents
clapboard blackened and rotting
laden soiled
but in the next zip code
private haulers whisk away
neatly bundled branches
from quiet cul-de-sacs
on HOA trash days
Mexican gardeners arrive
by the truckload
cleansed-again swimming pools
shimmer aqua-blue
and
in high school gymnasiums
the poorest still sleep head-to-head
on FEMA cots kneel
in prayer
sweat shiver
under tin-foil blankets they subsist on MREs
bottled water
donated canned goods while of course
good works abound
they rush and swell like cresting rivers
southbound
good souls minister
to those less fortunate
they bail and bail and bail
buckets of tears
buckets of sorrow older than Noah’s
always always
they cast their eyes to God
to the blue-tarped heavens
they pray and pray and pray
until the next one comes
Dina Greenberg’s writing has appeared or is forthcoming in Pembroke Magazine, Wilderness House Literary Review, Foliate Oak, Bellevue Literary Review, and Tahoma Literary Review, among others. The opening chapters of Nermina’s Chance, her novel-in-progress, were recently featured in Embark. Dina earned an MFA in fiction from the University of North Carolina Wilmington, where she served as managing editor for the literary journal Chautauqua. She teaches creative writing at the Cameron Art Museum. Though her work often prods darker elements of human emotion, she remains primarily hopeful.