There are wars going on down there. Giant whales
are hunting giant squid. Starfish, who seem not
to move at all, are fighting over entrails
and debris from the fleshy returns brought
by the dead and nearly eaten. Beneath
them, clams take their fill of whatever digs
into the sand to meet its sudden grief.
War is waged in these waters each day. Big
fish eat little fish. Life feeds on itself.
These placid waters hold secrets we must
respect and avoid. We are but a wealth
of protein and fat when hunger’s deep lust
brings a giant beaked squid or great white shark
into the shallows for an easy mark.