Overflown
The levies will soon break,
all through the streets
broken bodies building current
leaving nothing in their wake.
Puddles turn to streams
and lakes will meet the seas,
all that is has given way
to all that will ever be.
As fields flood from tired eyes
never turning in for sleep,
remnants of what came before
are never seen again.
Pouring free on tempered hills,
even dams are overflown,
all that is left behind
is that which had never been.
The Unexamined Life 