There were names here, names and dates

On this windblown bluff.

Chiselled granite,

Time and sand scraped clear.

Flat stone has no place in a churchyard.

 

All beneath crumbled,

Bones became earth long since.

 

How long

Before the surf takes the land,

The earth, the stone?

 

The sea simply won’t stop:

Wave, swell, wave, swell, break,

Wave, swell, wave, swell, break.

It doesn’t care.

Ruthless tide in, ruthless tide out,

It wins.

It always wins.

 

But for every stone a soul,

Saved or not saved.

Save me from the the sea,

Save me.