Zywa The dikes

I cut a hole to find a hole
water is flowing out
of the concrete, I cut into it
until I'm spent and then

I cut further, a larger hole
in the concrete, sorry dear neighbours
sorry for your ceiling too
but it's leaking and I can cry from it

that I can't put my finger in it
everything is arranged so well
with pipes and working faucets
which I, unfortunately, have to close now

it's a problem for all of us
I don't give up, I don't want to
be the owner of a leak
the dikes must be closed

Poem 2281
Amsterdam, 2019-06-18

Leakage at Magda Sosnowska's
Europa

Collection: Half The Work 
Keyword: Economy 
Dedicated to: Magda S 
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