Peggy's Cove

In pitched night fog, I stagger upon Fear .--Cabals of rock, wreckage, sobs of wet death,Caterwauled epics of drowning, a saltNightmare -.- this dun, Expressionist StonehengeOf hunched and broken anarchic bouldersHeaped against the fierce, mad, dark AtlanticBy homicidal force that drove them thereIn dumb, impaling anger. I tremble;A blind roar suffocates the stars, a blackHatred lathers this grotesque beach and howls.I hear groanings like bones being smashed .-- and criesLike infants hurled head-first against brick walls.