The lit upper levels
of the world’s oceans
produce most of the oxygen
earth needs for life.
Water is holy, blessing optional. Life began in water. Come quench your thirst at the open faucet, drink mouthfuls of water straight from the tap. Dawn braids a sparkling rope of light from sun to sea to shore, the setting sun a pale mirror on the ocean.
Wet uninhabitable deserts grow,
five great sea patches of desolation,
405 dead zones,
the whale-path littered with plastic that whales choke on.
The surface crackles, white flames dance on lit upper levels of the world’s oceans. Whales sing joy for the light show, a lung deep hum, a pulse that spirals and echoes between each other under water.
Dirty water smothers
algae, diatoms, plankton,
fowl, flowers and fish
gasp for air.
A fish gets caught on a hook, mouth open agape, lungs on fire, a silent scream for clean water. He can’t pull oxygen-rich water through his mouth and pump it over his gills so he can breathe. Lidless black eyes spark terror. The color of the ocean echoes a silver scaled sky on a stormy day.
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