With Dark, wet, cold ground—
Comes the dim cloudy roads, sinking
Rain, rain—all day, and all night long!
Rain, rain—no one to turn to!
Four days, all night all day long!
Got word, “Comes the flood…”
People of Jauja,
Get out of the way;
Lord have Mercy!
Women and children, cry:
“What can we do now?”
No one to turn to!
Bridge broken down
The river’s overflowing:
Flooding; everything’s awash….
Jauja, Junin—! Afloat, no boat!
Rain, rain—all day, all night long!
All day, all night long.
The ground is a brown sponge!
And the flood, keeps flooding, ebbing…
February 23, 2016 Poem: 5090
Copyright © 2/2016 by Dennis L. Siluk, Dr. h.c.
