Poem:

The angry Pacific 

blew its top;

Nothing could

its wild fury stop;

It vented its spleen

from the depth

 of its being,

encompassing, passionate,

impatient and mean.

Its bowels split,

stirring the ocean

Huge, mountainous waves

soon set in motion;

Unmerciful, cruel,

so unforgiving,

Monstrously surging

its sad misgiving.

Miles and miles

of clear devastation,

With no interval

of much-needed cessation;

There was no haven,

nowhere to hide,

A few makeshift shelters

Wherein to abide,

Claiming the lives

Of thousands unknown,

Leaving those spared

To tearfully mourn;

But soon in the wake

Of its wild fury came

Yet another calamity,

hard to tame,

Posing another grave

danger well-known

To cause radiation,

experience had shown.

Now the ocean is calm,

composed, mollified,

But the threat

from reactors

Rides astride

The precious lives

of much, much more,

As it happened

so grievously

Once before.