The Trout Cod - Maccullochella Macquariensis

I raise my narrow head above raging water

Viewing destroyed homes and chunks of mortar

Burning tongues now embrace it all

Never slowing past a crawl 

Weaving like a dancer

Never giving an answer

A golden hungry sun

Pressuring the animals to run

I disappear below the roiling waves

And go to my friends, hidden in caves

Broken lines like tendrils reach to me

Fresh water’s absence makes me dizzy

Above me, flames can nearly fly

As a Black Kite plummets from the sky

Clay splits with a crackle

A fleeing kookaburra gives a cackle 

A gum trips over with a groan

As fire roars with an ominous tone

The destruction leaves only ash

The land a gash.