The Dikes Poem by Zyw Zywa

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

I cut further, a bigger hole
in the concrete, sorry dear neighbours
sorry for your ceiling too
but there's a leak and I could cry

for I can't put my finger in it
everything is so well arranged
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 plugged