Wet Poem by Percy Dovetonsils

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.