I’m undeniably sinking.

When water has entered a boat

When a vessel won’t stay afloat

There’s a hole in the ship to note

And good sense would have one seek to patch up the flaw.

I could almost believe such a harbinger true

But I built this barge and, in the plans that I drew,

I put no such gaps – yet I still checked through and through

And found my dinghy to be sound.

The problem, I think, lies therein:

I’m in a canoe, soaked to skin

And lost at sea, to my chagrin.

Your waves crest high as you ask me to check for leaks.

I am obviously full of misperception

I visibly need some healing intervention

I’m undeniably sinking, near perdition

But from within or from without?

In the end, a siege does not poor construction make.