The Anemone of yesterday´s victory flood

 That big river grey
rushing through the middle of the city
refecting the same color as the cloud above
with a bit of brown almost tinging it all cream

Those rapids little cheats
Tumbling farm animals bleet
flowing down it the unlikely volunteers
of some devilish game

Could I find my own love here in the middle
where the flow is so strong
and the rocks beneath so unstable
 The predatory dog and predatory cat fight into eternity

The wrecked city laughing in hollowish echoing tones
as the flood waters have been and gone taking it´s essence
Letting the plagues and rot find every inch
as we struggle to hug in the middle of this swollen river

The broken walls after the banks now exposed
cracked and greyish brown thus the taint of the water
Dry and crumbly near the bridge half corroded
against a clump of clay debris now solid ....

Sits a giant sea anemone almost a meter high
plump moist and dark red purple
observing as the flood calms
the music of the rushing river dying out....

This water once in clouds grinning over the land
Now shamefully rolling away toward the sea
The dead city the only laughter to be heard
The same color waiting to be reborn