Water was 'whiffy',
As it rose in the tub,
Showering down on me.
I was sure.
Not the toilet,
Or re fluxing laundry sink.
The tank water we drink
Woke with a dodgy tummy.
Psychosomatic perhaps.
No one else sick.
Oldest tank on the shed,
Clean, clear water.
House tank,
Clean clear water.
Carry ladder, screwdriver, stilsons and net,
Up to the header tanks on the hill.
First fully sealed,
Clean clear water.
Pipe pokes out from the second,
Gaping hole.
Familiar smell,
Death and decay.
Climb, unscrew to remove lid.
Suicidal possums.
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