White horses
Crash on the shore
As the sun melts
Upon the silver sand dunes

A corps de ballet
Of skeletal beests
Dance across the sand
Elongated legs
Tip toeing
Across the waters edge

Sea dragons flying high
Against the blistering blue
North Sea sky

The creator stands
Applauding his beests
Powered by the wind

Though as the climate begins
To change
Thier movements turn
More rapid and deranged

The beests flying away
Bodies flapping
Violently in the air
Crashing into the sea
Storms pounding their bones
Their habitat slowly erodes

Dragging his creatures
Frantically across the sand
He locks them away
In a beach hut
Under the stars

As night falls
He dreams of a day
The beests can scurry away
Roaming the coast alone
On their multiple feet
Dancing to the rhythm
Of his distant heart beat

Poem dedicated to Theo Jansen.