Survival of the Marsh Gum
By Kieran H
Dry
Becoming prey of fire
Fleeting defences of wet soil
The only true shield
They seek precipitation
Their saving grace
Begging and praying
For their lives
To be saved
From the brute
Himself
The inferno is near
Raging
Ripping
Through Marsh Gum
Like a game
For pleasure
The game
Of take
Or be taken.