fledgist | exhaustion conquers all

who are we when caught in deep mud

to demand that our helpers be tested

encouraging them to be vested

by those who love measuring blood

the noise of the great streams in flood

the waves on the water are crested

the houses on shoreline digested

the water strikes with reverberant thud

in places we see the trees floating

along with the rooftops and huts

exposing us all to the questing

by those who have no time for gloating

have ended all ifs ands or buts

and are our misfortunes digesting