Dam

By Thomas Page

 

A concrete wall blocks a river

Making a lake

Or not.

 

Human’s creative hand

To shape the land in its image.

Stewards of the desert

Or any arid place

Baptized in life-giving water.

 

A great roar reverberates

From the concrete wall.

A krypton waterfall with internal rage,

Eternal rage

As long as we are.

 

I heard when we are gone

That our dams will buckle under the weight of water

Returning to what it was

And ever will be.