Staring back at us was the angriest fish.
Greenish blue scales, his fins were bleeding.
He wouldn’t ask for help.
The sea bed was full of shells,
and today he wanted all of it.
The sand, the cave and the plastic outpost.
A shark tried to ride his wake,
but the fish made so many waves
that the shark lost interest.
I watched it spit and blow its dark red bubbles.
He worked so hard,
bleeding and bleeding to find a way.
All for what?
Hey, Little Fish I don’t need that seat.
Take up the whole row, kid,
but hide your gun.
When you come up for air
the world will not be kind.
So take as long as you need down here
the sea is yours to unwind.
(on the recent metro shootings)