Tuesday, June 5, 2012

Tidal Wave

When the sea seeks to devour the sky
It ruins the land that is passes by.
It's yawn sucks in the masses of the sea,
And spews them forth in a current that's free
From the restraint of nature's caution tape;
Such is the fury, the crowd unleashed
By this monstrous army, this giant cape.
As it grasps for a hold upon it's foe
It struggle to defeat currents we know
As wind, it batters the ground with it's legs,
It's feet linger still in trenches, the dregs
Of battle that never got of the ground;
And when all was over, the land was found
To have suffered; debt to it was bequeathed.

                   Tidal Wave, (c) Luke Bennette, May 2012

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