Dust Bowl

Remember when the storm came flashing?
Thunder cracking? Black sky on fire?
Sucking up bone-white
Blood-red, swirls of dust
into the raging squall.

Sometimes three times, sometimes twice a day
We draped Old Glory over some
dust-blown West Texas town….
Six men to a box.
In white-gloved splendor….
We brought back what we could.
(Funeral Detail 1969)