Water —
The Anger Of Water

Through the netting
I watched the physician,
resigned, prescribing.

He stopped writing,
looked out.
Shock drained him.

The sea had gone.
Death was arriving
two weeks early.

He fled, alone,
as though he could save
himself.

Meri von Kleinsmid used this poem in a small corner of her piece Wu Xing, transmitted in Framework on Resonance FM on 7th December 2008. It’s on the Framework podcast.





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