13 by Franklyn Michael Verse 1 Growling and howling like a giant beast It beats, it bleats, it roars, it is all around A terrifying sound Thunderous crackling Stabbing, flashes of lightening Howling hiss of horizontal rain Frightening, Gray skyscrapers of sodden clouds Verse 2 The hurricane is here Feels like it’s everywhere Category four Now at my door Anxious and cradled in fear I whisper a marathon prayer Resurrecting faith and embracing hope The crash, a slash it’s gone to ground Verse 3 Invisible damage but audible grief There is as yet no sense of relief A new tomorrow I foresee No electricity No computer, no cell phone, no TV WhatsApp is What’s gone No microwave convenience Three stones or a coal pot Black soot and smoky fare Sardine survival, corned beef and biscuit revival Verse 4 Tomorrow I may see Death, damage, destruction expansively Tomorrow, I will experience delay, disorder and feel despair Category 4 crash landed here We know the rhythm, the cycle and sequence June to November but worse in September Emotionally we embrace our ancestors’ souls You our forebears trod this road Help, help us to carry our load Yes, our Caribbean reality
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