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imageimageimageimageimageTouched by the monster’s hand,
the coastline quivered and shook,
while it’s people trembled.

Some say it was a monster,
others speak of the Tsunami
but both spell destruction.

Maybe it meant to play,
didn’t know its own strength
couldn’t control itself.

Nonetheless it touched us,
held us in its grasp
and rolled us over, crushed us.

Nothing will ever be the same
and yet the earth rumbles on
while our hearts lie broken, flotsam.

The sea used to be our friend,
washed the sands and caressed us.
Now we are at odds.

by Ruth Walters