SEA - a poem

Furiously foaming at the mouth of a cave,
Fighting ferociously, fearsome and frightening;
Relentlessly beating, battering beaches,
Sucking up sand and spitting it back.
Fighting itself in its fury
Wave meeting wave with a crash -
Angrily attacking the sea coming back.

Rushing with rage at the rocks –
Biting big chunks and grinding the pieces
Punching and pounding, pummelling and probing
Every crevice of the coast, every cliff, every rock.
Throwing things through holes and abandoning them –
Bottles and bits of brick and plastic
Barrels of toxic and hazardous waste –
Spitefully sending these things to the places
Supposed to be secret, secluded, serene,
Spitting infected sputum onto the beach
Where dead fish and bird’s bodies stink the shore
And tar sticks to feet.

But the sea never ceases – it also cleans:
Washes and purifies the land
Scouring the coast,
Washing away sewage and waste water
Diluting, draining, drifting and drowning,
Eating, consuming. Breaking up, breaking down,
Blowing away, everything going away, going away
With the sea’s inexorable rhythmic pulse.