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
Since then, myriad angels (mostly bloated),
Ascended from each and every morning
Stars under the sea, started to float.