The sand in the wind scours our skin
The breakers thump our hearts
All the sky is a ruddy panoply, thick blue
Walk with your back to watering eyes now
The insouciant Sun breaks bonds of the Helix
Pass on those defects, the derelict boats
Smash themselves against rocks
An incrementally better design would survive
And stumble away from drifts of cacophony
Hands over eyes that seek the lee of dunes, away from
That sea of tumult, crack, spray and erode
All our houses collapse, the green plants flatten
And the wind turns from the bay

Breakwater but still rolling, here we still sit
With our heads between our knees
And look down at the racing grains of sand
In their thousands, all flying East,
Just barely off the ground, out to sea.