who are we when caught in deep mud
to demand that our helpers be tested
encouraging them to be vested
by those who love measuring blood
the noise of the great streams in flood
the waves on the water are crested
the houses on shoreline digested
the water strikes with reverberant thud
in places we see the trees floating
along with the rooftops and huts
exposing us all to the questing
by those who have no time for gloating
have ended all ifs ands or buts
and are our misfortunes digesting
17 December 2006
exhaustion conquers all
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