o! divine dining
o! my physalia
my portuguese man of war
it is your time
the cephalopods are singing
your tune
up above the profundal noise
of your constantly swelling
mangrove home.
your salinity, i mean
your divinity
upwells around me
a dino
flagellate
caught in the current
with no choice
but to follow you,
my physalia.
the abyssal plain
is approaching
too fast
it is ingesting me
chomping
hypoxing.
o! the oxygen tension
is off
watch that bubble there
it’s floating
up
there goes my last
breath
a gift
to you
the king of biota.
a solute, i mean
a salute
to you
my mighty
Physalia.
