American Portrait (9) by Ken HarnischThey say you can still see
The scars on the bricks
In that Ohio town when
The chill wind blew
Dust and paper as prelude
To the devils dark.
All before the black clouds rolled
Beyond the water tower
It didnt matter that they set
The trailer mounts in limestone
Or tied them down with guy wires
Or that people ran to gather toys and
Anything loose from the mottled grass
They will show you where Larry Larsen
Was standing when his car was lifted
By the devil wind and he was speared
Through an oak tree as if he had been a javelin
They will show you the bare plot where
The schoolhouse stood,
And tell you why they dont celebrate Easter anymore
Not with the old pastel gaiety or the flower show
Down at the Legion Hall. There were so many flowers
At the childrens funerals that people say
The smell of lilies sickens them.
As for the water-tower?
Such a spindly-legged thing, some of them say
Wonder how it still stands to this day, others say
The cyclone roaring like a train gone mad
The keening wind the devils shriek
That April day .
Gods will, the minister said
Fighting back his tears, since
His daughters battered body was
One of 17 that lay in the varnished coffins
Before the altar, 3 days after the black cloud
Had rolled beyond the water tower.
Hail and snow and thunderstorms came
In the 28 years since.
The Ohio River flooded once
And took away fifteen houses
Down by the high school field
Not a tornado since 74, though, and some say
It was a fluke, a once-in-a lifetime thing
But in the hot summer, when the dust devils
Pick up sand, even the children spy the
Sky in fear, and hope against the rolling of a
Black cloud beyond the water tower. 04/22/2003 Author's Note: A diversion from most APs', written after learning the meterological fact that the United States has the most violent weather extremes in the world, and that the forces of wind and water, in the form of tornadoes and hurricanes, imperil us more than we sometimes know. Also, based loosely on the terrible tornado that ripped Xenia, Ohio apart in the spring of 1974.
Re-edited 4/25/03..thanks Kate, for you keen insights
Posted on 04/22/2003 Copyright © 2025 Ken Harnisch
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Posted by Kate Demeree on 04/24/03 at 09:38 PM There is some great imagry here Ken, and superb lines. Nice to see another AP |
Posted by Christina Bruno on 04/26/03 at 02:10 PM all of these are just amazing |
Posted by Charles J Hannan on 04/28/03 at 10:00 PM Ken, this is beautifully written...I remember those tragic tornados of '74 also. they ripped a lot of lives from this world..
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Posted by Agnes Eva on 05/22/03 at 04:06 PM yes this is quite gripping and sad and makes one bow in sick awe of the power of nature, and humans' grim coexistence alongside it even when it strikes |
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