A campesino looked at the air
and told me.

With huricanes it's not the wind
or the noise or the water
I'll tell you he said:
its the mangoes, avacados
Green plantains and bananas
flying into town like projectiles.
how would your family
feel if they had to tell
The generations that you
got killed by a flying
Banana

Death by drowning has honor
If the wind picked you up
And slammed you
Against a mountain boulder
This would carry no shame
But
To suffer a mango smashing
Your skull
Or a plantain hitting your
Temple at 70 miles per hour
is the ultimate disgrace

The campesino takes off his hat-
As a sign of respect
Twords the fury of the wind and says:
Dont worry about the noise
Dont worry about the water
Dont worry about the wind-

If your going out
beware of mangoes
And all such beautifull
sweet things.