Comfort Zone Poem by Ima Ryma

I be a male sea dragon that
Need care for eggs my mate has laid,
And find human corpse habitat
Where a nest for us I have made.
Finding a human corpse is rare,
But does submerge from air above,
Somehow a victim of despair,
But sent to us in divine love.
Over the weeks this corpse does be
A safe and nourishing domain.
And then hatches my family,
And we no longer do remain.

This flesh and bone has served us well.
Hope in heaven this soul does dwell.