Let it build up.
Too late to try to escape the flood.
The dam has overflown,
The village below has been wiped.
There’s nowhere safe to hide,
The water’s risen too high.
Gotta fix this mess,
It’s too late, though.
The water’s gone,
Leaving behind trails of destruction.
The water can be regathered,
The dam rebuilt,
Must do it more carefully next time,
Since the village will never be perfectly remade.
Lives have been lost,
The innocent people can’t be replaced.
© Amelia Jacobson 2017