The Kelp Poem by Avery Eglantine

A lunged creature drawn beneath the water's surface
'twas flat, 'twas plain, 'twas serene and peaceful
to hold breath and die is martyrdom
-to retain the peace above the dead water

'twas a kelp which pulls creatures from above and on the surface
winged or not or growing some wings - - there is no exemption
to struggle for life will create tensions
echoing further and creating larger waves

it is a call for predators- sprawling in idle
in most cases, it is not oppressor who's killed but me
Philosophunculist! it is hunger for power -
you are a prey of your own fear!

It is your frustration, dear.
Chances are given but predator-assuming creatures
are preys of wiser predators.
Silly! startle a herbivore and be consumed.

Drowned are the lunged but the amphibians?
Winged are these creatures with gills.
No there ain't true medians,
it's them who actually kills.


The nearer it is to the bottom
the quieter it gets like a phantom
non-existent 'twill be to the surface dwellers
but the longer I'm submerged, I get even better.