The most beautiful barracuda, the affectionate shark,
Spin through the water, alert and patient. They mark
Your shadow on the ocean floor.
But yours is the nervous gesture: not of fate
Gliding up through the water, but something more
Terrible. It lacks definition.
Only the sea creatures are certain in their hate,
And kill with a beautiful, affectionate precision.
Like any prawn you drift, but mind will not leave
You mindless. Float on the sea’s soft sleeve,
While coral, under the softness, forms:
The bones of your love drift down, are lost to sight,
Mark out a graveyard where no storms
Can enter, where at last is peace.
You know, dear swimmer, the uselessness of flight:
Swim to the world’s dark corner: there is no release.