The birds are fleeing,
Gators, too.
Leaving the poor,
And propertied Jews.

The sky is crackling,
Phone lines, too.
Duracell’s happy,
And so is the news.

The tub is full up,
Fridge is, too.
In sixteen hours,
The sky will be blue.

The day is sopping,
The evening, too.
I demand an accounting:
Who can I sue?