It’s a bulletin from Neptune’s
Second-to-final frontier
Its headlines screaming
The planet is here
Unarmed warfare
Coming wave upon wave
A rage o’salt,
Beckons the brave
Mariner’s pass
With Poseidon’s permission
Riding the stylings
Of nature’s beautician
But like each snowflake’s different
Each wave is bespoke.
In watery graveyards
Permission’s revoked
Vanishing coastlines
Like nature’s magician
Punishing shorelines
With brutal attrition
A roar display
Of unrestrained vanity
Banishing cliffs
With saline insanity
Yet easing the mind
Like a favourite song
Sweeping the beaches
Righting the wrongs
A soft melody
On endless repeat
The heart of the world
In irregular beat
Gaia’s draughtsman
Till the Earth finds its end,
Is a quick witted stranger
And an angry old friend.
An eternal craftsman
Pounding at granite
Marking time.
With the music of the planet
