The Storm At The Sea Poem by Walani Ndhlovu

The sky quacks noisy explosions, the ocean boils
Tides invade the coast, waves ascend their crest
While each stretch his neck, peep what he spoils
And praise the one who harms best

One ashore, the rest await
And they spot-rehearse ere their turn
Humans indoors, homes shut every approachable gate
While roofs disperse, expose in the rain

The beach, the victim, never addicts to the ruin
As the splash recycles it developing a new design
And the top sand is buried alive while the dead arise. In so doing
His plan is implemented, the thunders resign.