Poseidon’s minions come to shore In raging storms that shake earth’s core Enfold ships and swathe men in watery ropes Aiming to destroy and shatter our hopes. But when they reach the lip of land They see what we built The sight of the buildings rising higher and higher It brings them guilt And they break, Break on the rocks that guard the shore. Immortal beings-they cannot die Even if the seagulls cry But they break into salt and sea wind Waves that swirl to shore.