Who could tell a difference between
A jelly and a single-use plastic?
Before the answer, a drumroll was heard.
Drumsticks, made out of steel,
Were knocking down, what was left
Of the skeletons dropped from
The once mountaintops.
Against a volcano, behind the corals were
Crabs holding claws from one to the next;
Next to the urchins were empty shells
Together with slippery rocks,
Underneath, embraced by stars.
Green was an eel hidden
Behind grasses surrounded by melted
Seaweeds half-eaten by moss,
Vast in its quantity.
Laughing was a crowd.
After a bad joke,
They (clownfishes) were no longer funny
No matter the theatricals, punchlines
—laughter was not the best medicine.
A band of clams, who carried an oyster music,
Stopped playing when a song was broken
By a snapping turtle. A mermaid’s
Serenade retired from singing,
Lobsters and seahorses never came back
To life.
Since then, myriad angels (mostly bloated),
Ascended from each and every morning
Stars under the sea, started to float.