This time she was in bits
Found on the bank
And no one saw
Last time she was whole
And one other saw
Carried off from this friend
Into the dark night
It's on the edge of the knife
This life and death thing
In these humid Tropics.
Here at five pm
Then gone at one minute past
Crocodile dinner
Saurian snack.
A chilling breeze blows
At the Mowbray river mouth
It carries last lost sounds
Often I have cheated death here
Fallen asleep on a sandbar
Walked waist deep with the fishes
Slept in the mangroves
I have kept hell or heaven waiting
Should not have been her
She was just a gentle soul
Strolling in the evening
With a soft lost grace
Why not someone like me
Trying it on all these years
Why? I will tell you
Because very simply
I have never been there
At the correct time
To die
As yet
Anyway…!
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A chilling tale indeed, Geoffrey. So sad to hear of the loss of another by Crocodile attack. A chilling breeze blows At the Mowbray river mouth It carries last lost sounds, although I enjoy your words, sadness lives on in these areas.
Thank you John. This river in particular has been my playground for years and I am deeply sad about the events of the last few days. Geoffrey.