Froth turns the water white
Turning, churning in unrest.
The dam's been shattered
Water did what it does best.
Out it gushed.

Out the thousands of cracks
Like an all-consuming swarm
Devouring the town in its path
Forever unwilling to conform
To the walls.

And into the mouths of a thousand
Far, far more than we need
Voices muffle, eyes bulge out
A town drops dead, a monster freed
Destruction complete.

It retreats.