It Took Shovels to Remove the Sand
The Landscape of Mars
Tracks of Destruction
Squan Strong
Memories Dashed on the Rocks
The Hits Keep on Coming
The Plywood Never Came Down
Torn Asunder
The Pressure is Unending
The Hole that was Left
Everything Collapsed
Ripped Right Through
Gutted Like a Fish
Then it Broke Through
Melting into the Ocean
Abandoned Like an Old Car
The Height of the Storm
The End of the Pier
Not Sure Where This Goes