Beneath the rubble of New Orleans streets,
The dead awaken and rise from the bog,
Quickly leaving the world of which no one speaks,
rising as I tell this epilogue.
Derived from the ruins of New Orleans
Innocents, they search for, they might find near
Huffing and puffing, infecting the air
Carrying memories of what happened here.
The innocents they find, complete their quest
feeding the knowledge of Her remembrance.
Katrina! Oh, everyone must know her name
Forcing, leaving herself on the pavement.
Beneath the rubble of New Orleans streets
Lives the beautiful destruction underneath.