Under The Raging Water Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Overnight fixes,
Done with an accustomed quickness...
To patch up a repeating leaking dike,
Becomes a pointless proposition to consider...
When the same attempts,
Have continued to prevent re-occuring events.
And a flooding done that is in process,
Shakes those awake to face much fear.

'What should be done with the sandbags? '

~Where are they~

'Under the raging water.'

~Well...
Don't look at me.
Swim around until you find someone to accuse.~

'Should I do that with kept faith?
Or with suspicion and speculation? '