(2005 Matata Debris Flow)
How life can turn in a second split
Felled logs, giant rocks riding silted floods
of denial and acts of negligence, the sham
Quarry sluicing is not to blame, they cry
No evidence exists that there was a dam
When 3 forty year old debris dams burst
Raining down upon a tiny coastal town
What part of life does one try to save first?
For twelve years on, the pain remains raw
as a Council buries all devastation, of before
I pray the flow of tranquillity will return
Bearing no debris of contention
Nor hewn boulders of deceitfulness
To this place, of broken beauty and hearts
To this place, we know as Matata…
*` © 2016 Pearldiver~