Dave Mathews and Tim Reynolds
Play Haiyan
The great storm took everything
boats
fishing gear
huts off stilts
twelve cousins four in-laws
They can’t find two of our children.
Across the sky rain armies coming
grey lines
hardened troops
don’t break ranks
implacable
Marching eyes down silent.
Everything depends on these
two men bent
over two guitars
fierce in black
working every
String bending every note
Into the one chord we remember.
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