The sea shells on the sea shore Suddenly the sea swells. Ring the church and temple bells. All is not well. The sea has gone back.
Brown-burnt Tarzans and Janes From different continents, Wonder what s going on. A man from Sweden Is immersed in his thriller under the palms. A mother and daughter from Germany Frolic on the white sunny beach.
Even the sea-gulls stop and listen To the foreboding silence.
The sea swells, Comes back And brings an apocalyptic destruction: Sweeping humans, huts and hotels, Boats, billboards and debris. Cries for help are stifled by the roaring waves.
The sea goes back. Leaving behind lost souls, Caught in suspended animation. I close my eyes. Everything dies.