PEGGY'S COVE
In pitched night fog, I stagger upon Fear –-
Cabals of rock, wreckage, sobs of wet death,
Caterwauled epics of drowning, a salt
Nightmare -– this dun, Expressionist Stonehenge
Of hunched and broken anarchic boulders
Heaped against the fierce, mad, dark Atlantic
By homicidal force that drove them there
In dumb, impaling anger. I tremble;
A blind roar suffocates the stars, a black
Hatred lathers this grotesque beach and howls.
I hear groanings like bones being smashed –- and cries
Like infants hurled head-first against brick walls.
In pitched night fog, I stagger upon Fear –-
Cabals of rock, wreckage, sobs of wet death,
Caterwauled epics of drowning, a salt
Nightmare -– this dun, Expressionist Stonehenge
Of hunched and broken anarchic boulders
Heaped against the fierce, mad, dark Atlantic
By homicidal force that drove them there
In dumb, impaling anger. I tremble;
A blind roar suffocates the stars, a black
Hatred lathers this grotesque beach and howls.
I hear groanings like bones being smashed –- and cries
Like infants hurled head-first against brick walls.