Poor pools form
with black swirls
of dirt and oil.
Puddles push out
expanding
as water works
its way down
from the broken
ceiling.
One envisions
drowning in
the sludge and poison
or imagines
that a crackling
electrical surge
might break
those old bulbs,
but the sparks
never come
and the days go on
wetter for the water.
but, not as deadly
as I thought
they would be.
Like me
they merely are.