Shards of a Deep Broken Sea

Deep, dark depth disoriented.

A vast endless void of rich inky navy blue. 

Silence, deafening silence,

no signs of life,

eternally floating,

forever dwelling in an obscure surreal trance.

Rays of light don’t dare touch the mystifying anomaly

that is the deep ocean.

Seen to be lifeless,

yet teeming with vitality,

moving yonder in the dreamy expanse,

sparks the essence of the sea.

Hypnotic lights, blinking on and off like that of a firefly.

Blue, green, white, purple, and red,

creatures of all types communicating in the most dazzling of ways.

But there is grace and beauty.

The smooth sleek shimmery coat of the vampire squid,

the dancing ribbons of the jellyfish illuminating the dark atmosphere.

But where there is beauty, there is fear and danger.

The sharp teeth that almost everything is equipped with,

the killer fast instinct to kill prey without the slightest peek.

The pieces of plastic from the world above,

sharks stripped of their fins, magnificent whales,

monumentally gorgeous life-giving coral

all now lifeless, and rotting in a bed of its own blood. 

Left for the bottom feeders to feast upon

never to see the light of day again. 

Oh how cruel it is for something so far away to destroy the only place its inhabitants thought a haven.

A paradise now filled with parasites, a husk of what it once was.

All of these shards,

all of these reminders,

reminders of the senseless and oblivious slaughter

of the very thing that keeps our only home thriving and lush.