04-06-2024, 11:24 PM
(This post was last modified: 04-06-2024, 11:27 PM by RiverNotch.)
Granfalloon
One day in Indianapolis
(and only in Indianapolis)
the sun went black
but no stars shone
nor clouds covered them.
When minutes gave way to hours
to days to weeks
astonishment gave way to fear
to apathy to delight,
especially when folks realized
more than the sun's corona
still blazed over Montreal,
even as worms flooded the streets,
crops withered, dogs and wolves
howled until they were mute,
cattle stomped until their hooves
were naught but stumps:
all of it had become
just another feature
of the Hoosier life.
One day in Indianapolis
(and only in Indianapolis)
the sun went black
but no stars shone
nor clouds covered them.
When minutes gave way to hours
to days to weeks
astonishment gave way to fear
to apathy to delight,
especially when folks realized
more than the sun's corona
still blazed over Montreal,
even as worms flooded the streets,
crops withered, dogs and wolves
howled until they were mute,
cattle stomped until their hooves
were naught but stumps:
all of it had become
just another feature
of the Hoosier life.