Buffeted On The Waves That People The Red Sanded Beach

Buffeted on the waves that people the red sanded beach I realize the sea is frothing at the mouth As if a marine war ended in carnage The rocks re-bounded the strange sounds and raw. How long and drawling every wave of sea It reaches the rocks exhausted. The remaining strength And substance of the wave is broken on the rocks That rise tall pointed black bleak and raw From all around the bay and that Re-bound the strange sounds and raw. When will the sea Tire its liquid siege? Its legions Of miry waves on the black rocks spent Replaced no sooner than destroyed And the sea Froths at its mouth with vigor green Renewed as in battle. No generals lead the waves save their own ire And the inexhaustible surging of being a wave That on the rocks high pointed bleak and black Re-bound the strange sounds and raw.