Wheat from the chaff

a priest, politician,

policemen, a child

and villagers

few

thankfully

crossed the river

heavy rains

damaged bridge

village

a mile away

rain forced shelter

in a house of hay

said the priest

one of us a bad omen

each touch the tree outside

and come back

the bad fruit

amongst us

will be taken back

by lightening

all done, only child to spare

scared child hesitated, they forced

the child out, lightening struck

the house was on fire