Being from California, I've got to agree with Quincy on this point. Remember that old Woody Guthrie song, Do-Re-Mi?
'Cross the desert sands they roll, gettin' out of that old dust bowl,
They think they're goin' to a sugar bowl, but here's what they find
Now, the police at the port of entry say,
"You're number fourteen thousand for today."
Who wants to be reminded of all that?
Besides, making jokes based on the suffering of others is often considered unseemly. If poets want to do something productive about what happened in Moore, perhaps it would be better to send work to any of the various charity anthologies being put together, whose proceeds go
to the people there. It's not much, admittedly, but at least it's better than making jokes at their expense.
Best,
Bill