I still remember October the 30th.
It was, after all,
of green wind,
Grey howls of a Hurricane
An orgasm of colors
Around freedom and liberty and all that jazz
In the city that never sleeps.
She knocked on the doors
‘I hail from the Atlantic,’ she mocked.
She sensed fear on the other side
And laughed cruelly,
‘I will get you anyhow.’
And so she did.
She came, she saw, she conquered.
She screamed and growled and shrieked
Yet, there was an unholy silence
On the minds of the asleep
In the houses she raped
Around the cries of the dead and gone.
Why, I still remember October the 30th
It was the day Sandy put New York to sleep.
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