69.

The floods came and technē failed

The earth caved in, the walls buckled

And people who never got carried away

Did. Never live by a river

Even though it feeds you in the sun.

The drought we knew, slivered

Moon over the arid earth, done

In the dry night sky, blue

With desire. Now the rivers run

Into a lake not of our making

And, waking, we fear what breath

We hang on, rue the pale and dead.