Poseidon’s minions come to shore
In raging storms that shake earth’s core
Enfold ships and swathe men in watery ropes
Aiming to destroy and shatter our hopes.
But when they reach the lip of land
They see what we built
The sight of the buildings rising higher and higher
It brings them guilt
And they break,
Break on the rocks that guard the shore.
Immortal beings-they cannot die
Even if the seagulls cry
But they break into salt and sea wind
Waves that swirl to shore.