Swirling underground, invisible toxins leach into view. Potent cocktails of mismanaged waste that ebb and drift and flow. Flow into wells that hide in plain sight from the regulations and rights of less domestic communities. Communities of water left to rot, as filthy liquid spews its translucency across streets once alive with colour. This poem is inspired by recent research, which has found that 370,000 Californians rely on drinking water that is polluted, with communities of colour disproportionally affected.