You’ve seen the fish, seen her home
the silver flashes ‘twixt the bones
the flickering motion of her tail
in the wild ocean from which she hails.
You’ve seen the bones, the carcass rotted
dark, alone but for the fish you spotted.
You know the cost of wandering deep
and falling, lost, in that soggy sleep.
Yet still you dive.
You imagine treasure in every reef
and with that pleasure comes belief.
A newer place, a better haul
drives your race to plumb it all.
You prowl the wrecks, you pick the bones
loot the decks of fishes’ homes.
With no pity for what you plunder
you trash fish cities and bash asunder…
…It’s how you feel alive.