after the tides ebb too

A monstrous tide that causes mass destruction one moment, and the other moment it swiftly ebbs away, in my reckoning, it takes the lives of about a million, but who are the dead to say, the soft breeze later carries nothing to soothe, the cold embrace is to stay, no compensation, only the dead cast astray.

What good is the silent settling down after devastating a once-inhabited town, what good do the mighty waters do after the tides ebb too.

--the unsaid in the form of metaphors, for oft we hold in words, but poetry serves as a euphemism for what might scar.