So long as the
wealthy have the water
they need
for vast lawns
and swimming pools
there is no drought
in their world
Yosemite waterfalls
become dry rock walls.
Where once was snow
Sierra stones
gleam like skulls
in the sun.
Farmers in the Valley of Dry Bones
drill all the way to China
to water the almonds
they sell
to China,
and the spawning fish
and water fowl
in the Sacramento Delta
shrivel.
But this
is no issue
for the koi
of the rich
who circle lazily
in ponds
not of this world.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great poem Percy, thanks for sharing; your views for the California drought. The way Koi, do not see or care, for they are wealthy, and kept to swim, bob, looking up through their water. Without a care of reality. For they do not know, where here is.