Hank Had It Wrong

Hank had the wrong

expectations

Hank lost his sense of

Proportion

In his own

Importance,

wrapped 

within

ignorance,

his Destiny

manifest.

ripped and tattered

 mast snaps

him

struggling

 Standing

but staunch

resolute 

against the gale

intrepid

against the blast

...Hank?

Final storm.

Let go the wheel

let expectation

run aground

We are all gravel

Under the steamroll

 Crush of waves

more shore mulch

than matter
Ground back 

into ground

Hank sank,

so wrong

now sand,
never found