Diving
Under the waves
like an N thrilled
by a tilde overhead
the current rolls me
against the coral
busy with strange life
It’s not the eel
at home at the base
that distracts me
but the too bright fish
the hard beaked parrot
pulling the reef apart
How to explain it
Hunger of course
Or something more
All that beauty
remaking this world
nature’s cruel art
No what I couldn’t see
algae harvested as
polyps’ homes fell
to beds of sand where
fish will bury themselves
hide from savage nights
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Paul Jones