That time we saw the river rising
Quickly, past sleeps and drowning
Everything including sleeping cots
And then we heard cries of people
Climbing to roofs for a bit of a sky.
Legend had it of a young old man
Squatting hunched up in the attic
Up above the swirling waters as if
He was reading from history books
Narrating a history down the ages.
He was history mad,water averse.
Actually he loved pillow too much
Being bald banker off the rockers.
We were not bald,a training banker
But too young to be off the rockers
But what lovely rain to drown under
What a pale sky to be afraid about.
The sky was father we feared most
He would spank ears with his rain
To instil nature fear in bank minds.
Legend had it of mom now in a sky
My river that rose in flowing dam
To turn a legend as bodies flowed.
The legend turned ashes in a river.