The cliffs like the broken glass,
jagged wall the waves test the sediment
barnacles seaweed
the sun stinging your neck.

The waves like friday night violence
spilling over,
the families in the day restore the seaside idle.

The tourists dreaming enjoy the tipsy surf
or get caught by the rip
hopefully to be saved.
the bodies of the dead swell up and tour the cliffs.

The helicopter makes a magnificent entrance
public order depends on a fly over.
the police watch the lazy crowds
the crowds lie baking in the sun.
waiting for our dreams to set in stone.