Girl On the Beach

My heart broke for the girl on the beach. For her innocent repose in the hammock, For her smiling, dreaming eyes, For her gentle curves and sweet lips, For the enthusiasm of her travel, For the vivacity of her youth, For her fragile, beauteous soul, For her bare toes upon the silver sand For her ankles dipped in the crystal sea. For her violation and untimely death, For the pain of her parents, For the anguish of her travelling companion, For their dumbfounded devastation, For pointless, mindless tragedy For a world that breeds monsters For her encounter with monsters, For monsters who destroy life and beauty, For those who suck the good from this life, For my own daughter and imagining how I would feel, For the inconceivable heartache, decimation, For the sheer pulverising horror, For myself and my incapacity to help her, or those close to her, Or say anything that really matters except My heart broke for the girl on the beach.