And so the dam burst open.
The river punched through,
Like the shooting flames
That scatter the feathers of a phoenix
As if the calmness in fluidity
Had eaten itself.
No longer playfully impatient,
Water had agreed to dance up a disaster.
Ready to crumble everything it needed to.
In spite of hope,
In spite of love,
In spite of justice.
With sheer might perched on its shoulder,
Water set out to do
Everything it was told to.
Obedience was all it knew.
If better words for an apology existed,
Grievance never would.
We need shadows to see
As much as we need light to live.
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