Ill-Sent.
Granite protection tries its stone-utmost
to stave away land-slides along our coast.
Take an ocean of rimless diversity
where scrolls of dread power build reign
of gale-threat to explode with ill sent fury.
Take the intent of human endeavour
to stay the wet moves of saline invasion
storm-bent on retaining unfettered misrule.
Try to imagine strain\'s weary shoulders
defiant with bulge of work-hardened veins
attempting to re-bolster, thus divert disaster.
Try to conceive how when tragedy\'s brink
floats nearer and fields sink mud-locked
in watery vortex hopes for deliverance crash.
Unhookably fierce the teeth of sea-storms
that brook no relief until wind speed alters.