MICRO POETRY
benthic depths.
sonnet.
Published in
Apr 5, 2023
what’s strewn below us on the ocean-bed
will settle, gnawed and fretted at by bugs
or chitined lice, subsiding to a rug
of frayed and decomposing matter, dead
and scavenged compost-blanket, brined and bled
and nibbled into swaying threadlets, hugged
by camouflaging scavengers (those thugs
with luminescent fishing-lures for heads).
the deliquescent matter grows compressed
through passing eons, oily stone and slime
the remnants of what frolicked in the foam,
where spouting dolphins find their final rest -
descending carcasses compose, in time,
the silent bed where strange arachnids roam.
