Poseidon Ennosigaios, shaker of the earth,
hear my quiet voice.
With frail throat and timid cries
I praise you who lays all low.
Let those who doubt your terrible power
visit Sparta, Crete, Rhodes, or Athens.
Let those who doubt your worldly might
Behold Haiti, Indonesia, Alaska, Tōhoku.
The solid earth becomes the spittle of your rage
even as the ground bucks like horses
and heaves like the swell of the surf.
Land and sea each are your plaything.
Ennosigiaos, eraser of history,
collapser of hubris, reminder of mortality,
may your lessons be learned by this frail band
without you lifting your divine hand.