Dust Bowl


I feel bulging at the dam
The walls ready to burst
Cracking outwards
Tired and shaky
From the weight of what
They have been holding back.

And I see a long,
Dry
And dusty plain
In front of them.

Ecosystems will be disturbed.
Plants and trees may be uprooted.
It can't be helped.

The entire landscape
Will be completely altered.
But it can't be helped.
Maybe it will even be
Swept away.
By the surge
Of what wouldn't be so great,
Had it been allowed to flow
All along.
















Copyright Pascale Crane, 2003