Saturday, November 26, 2011

The Dam

The respite of insanity
compensates not
for the granules of reality
left in its wake

Flash formed pockets of idealism
can not harbor
the slog of drudgery
thick and unyielding

Hoist the dam! 
they lament
but they can not comprehend
the inevitable disaster

For the dam is weak
sated and uncertain
Cracks spider
with the slightest trepidation 

Below remains unscathed
but the thirsty depth beckons
to be slaked by destruction