JASON REYNOLDS

writin' and whatnot

Sparkling City: A Poem for Sandy

how dare you turn the coast to crust and make the Apple your new mark

how dare you turn the brick to dust

and make our sparkling city dark

the nerve of you to bang and smash

and rip the tree of any bark

as powerful as you were brash

you left our sparkling city dark

the moaning wind the howling breeze

that rumbled down a street so stark

with water cold up to my knees

you turned our sparkling city dark

but there will be light there's always light

all we need is just a little spark

to push against the monstrous might

that turned our sparkling city dark

a tragedy though understand

i'd be remiss to not remark

the blame that's split 'tween God and man

that turned our sparkling city dark