Succumb to the spate

Floods last night
Swallowed a boat
Which had only a crack
But now
With all the strikes of a hammer
Had to swallow its pride
Succumb to the spate
What had been left to prove
The crest of caring
Foam
On the surface
Now seemed like a sandpaper
To the navigator
How will the boat be resurrected
How will shore
Retain its sanctity