The flood was fast and furious
Assaulting the riverbanks
Uprooting the vegetation
Collecting debris
As it rushed to join the sea.
It claimed two people
Sacrificed to the river spirits
Unhappy and mad
At the inhabitants on land
Destroying the mountains
Desecrating the river.
Some coffins were floating
Scoured off from a hillside
But no logs
The big sawmill at the coast
Had long been silent
No more timbers to feed.
