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That serpent slithers past,
                                  fast.
Her furious hunger
swallowing whole
all that lies in her path.

She has no mercy,
she makes no concession.
She does nothing
     but devour and grow fat
     with insatiable greed.

Yesterday she protected us,
     brought us life,
     gave us joy.
We revelled in her beauty,
     bathed in her majesty.

Today she demands her fill,
     her payment
     her sacrifice.
Today we
           see
her true colours:
                            Mud brown and
                            black as night.

O river,
             how hath we offended thee?
             What makes ye furious
             Why dost thou devour?

She does not speak
she does not acknowledge.
       She is but a ravishing tide.

O Brisbane,
                    look to God Almighty:
                    call on him and wait.
                    Love your neighbour
                    as they are your flesh,
                                               blood,
                            as the very marrow
                                     of thy bones.
The Brisbane floods.

critique appreciated
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Rigor-Mortis- Featured By Owner Jan 22, 2011
Nicely done. Appropriate. Fantastic writing.
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Thank you for reading, and the kind comment.
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Rigor-Mortis- Featured By Owner Jan 22, 2011
No worries at all
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