Compressing down a post-apocalypse scene into emotionally dense multivalent verses

"Welcome to New Orleans in the post-apocalypse, half baked and half deluged: pestilent, eerie, unnaturally quiet.
Scraggly residents emerge from waterlogged wood to say strange things, and then return into the rot. Cars drive the wrong way on the interstate and no one cares. Fires burn, dogs scavenge, and old signs from les bons temps have been replaced with hand-scrawled threats that looters will be shot dead.
The incomprehensible has become so routine here that it tends to lull you into acceptance."

See article by Dan Barry: http://www.nytimes.com/2005/09/08/national/nationalspecial/08orleans.html?hp&ex=1126238400&en=a7ff2832a9df65b3&ei=5094&partner=homepage


Les Bon Temps
scraggly residents emerge from
waterlogged wood to say strange things
returning into the rot

the incomprehensible routine
the incomprehensible routine that
that lulls you into acceptance
cars that drive on the opposite side of the interstate
noone cares

fires burn and dogs scavenge
the pestilent, eerie, unnatural quiet
looters will be shot dead