Hi Cyn.
What a killer poem! I'm glad I stopped in for a read - this one's very poignant and lingering.
I only have a few suggestions for you to ponder below.
Enjoyed!
~Cleo
their roots holding on with
{useless} [futile, filthy] {dirty} fingers.
When the uphill ground gave way
a torrent of mud and water roared
down the street like a sluice, the slurry
of debris swept up like panner’s gold.
*** Great simile!&
The
howling [howls] unceasing, wild and beastly,