The Wetting Poem by Eric Elliott

Hair line cracks on the east wall
open slowly to drown us all

water starts bleeding out
hours pass then people shout

rushing up to the land above
the people shout, scream, and shove

rushing down and filling up
people traped must rise above
trying to breath, they start to gag
water covers them in their rags

they claw at walls then at them selfs
swifty they die, fish will feed on their eyes

the ones that made it up above no longer know the feeling of love.