That which be <br />Through long and tearful hours create <br />Is, in an instant <br /> <br />Utterly destroyed <br /> <br />The fatal washing of ungodly hands <br />No print, no foot, gone <br />With the tide, away. <br /> <br /> <br />(Previously published in Some Words: A Place For Poetry, Nov-Dec 1999)<br /><br />Laurence Overmire<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sand-castles-3/
