I am part of an Austin poetry group and several of us wrote poems related to the storm and its aftermath. Here is mine:
“Reduce your power consumption.”
As if we could hope to steal
a Promethean spark
from the grid gods,
smug in their unregulated hubris
“Boil your water.”
As if we could magically
conjure its unsolid version
from frozen pipes
not already broken and emptied
As if a hell-frozen-over-Texas
could ever inspire such fealty.
No, never again.
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