Holey Rock Poem by Paul Reed

Glum under your sand-ridden mud
Your remnants stand jealous
Your face once jutted out like a prow,
All those feet that once here stood
You bore their weight before us
But your ledge is only wind-swept now;

They ran amongst your toes
They found your secret caves
They hid in the ventricles of your heart,
But the blast that came to end your woes
Swept your boulders into sea-tossed graves
Tore your mazy innards apart;

Now the widened beach lies strewn
Empty with only pebbles to carry
A piece of the past has flown,
Your towering guardian rudely hewn
No longer a place on the tops to tarry
This rock that we once called our own.