Remember When the Saints Had Us So High? (Oil Spill Poetry)

Another poem about the oil leak/spill in the Gulf of Mexico, 2010.Gold and Black to Black Gold BluesBy Nordette N. AdamsRemember when the Saints had us so high,so high that low meant do the slower second lineand the dirge signaled juke joint jig?Remember when New Orleans won the Super Bowland none could silence our wild Tchoupitoulas,Who Dat! hearts? The whole world laughedand leaped to the beat