Fire, Water, Burn

There’s quite a bitter calm within the street.
The water settles down to find a rest
Some several feet above the very best
The city had to offer, ere complete
With fire and with flooding.  What a shame.
We’ll look upon the pictures, heave a sigh,
Or gasp, and as the weary hours fly,
We’ll focus our attention on the blame
The candidates are giving, or the news
That’s not about the wreckage, or the work
That any in the city mustn’t shirk
To resurrect New York, and to defuse
The fear that’s slowly seeping over there.
You make it here, you make it anywhere.