Irene Wilkie


Storm Flood


Irene Wilkie


Down from the hills

to the rock-barred river

the flash flood rises up like a snake

fangs clotted with red-soil foam

body armoured with spear-ends of trees,

strikes over the causeway

the swamp    the dam

shouts through the paddock

the valley    the town

drowns new barley   the chicken coop

swallows the bodies of cattle and men


spews them into the sea.


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