The rivers debris in soggy darkened torrent
Bobbing within an inelegant flooding rush,
Following tide and quickest rushing current.
Eddied clumps rest now in peaceful crush.
Raging to the browning ocean, to float away.
Water sodden to sink below waves and swell,
Perils for wood or glass, while at anchor sway
In varied depths way down to Neptune’s cell.
Outback flotsam upon the sandy beach
Twisted tidal piles more than ankle deep.
As Boake’s lonely limbs in whitely bleach
Arms and legs lay rigid in raptures heat.
Storms come and floods flow. Yet outcomes seen best assured,
As ghastly ghostly shapes recall to mind life’s one end reward.