Stormhead

Opaque sheeted glass opened out on the bay, Bobbing boats tossed around in default, The voices of sailors drowned deep in dismay Rumbled and gargled with salt. The noises of death marches pounded a tune On the jagged old drum of the cliff, Out there in the distance of beaches and dune Perched the corpses of gulls frozen stiff. Black as the grin of a devil’s delight The stormhead rose over the insolent sea, Bringing home to the coastline apocryphal night And a furious chaos set free. Whatever the measure of man or of beast, No will of the flesh can withstand, The full naked power of nature released And dominion reigned over the land.