Slouched across this rusty rail
Watching water collide.
Chaos caught churning
The sound of war -
Rhythmic beats
Pounding out unfathomed notes:
Fish disrupted
Falling six feet down.
Washed away from hope
By two slopes;
Solid concrete.
In a panicked state
They throw themselves
Through the air
Trying to regain ground
They fail.
Gathering their strength,
They try once more
Only to fall short – again.
Crushing water
Consumes them
As they try to conquer
This Man-Made disaster;
Beaten bloody
By sandpaper waves
And falling rock.
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