Tuesday, February 11, 2020

12,551. HOW THE FISHMONGER MINDS THE SEA

HOW THE FISHMONGER 
MINDS THE SEA
It was once an uncountable thing, all
this bounty swimming. Now it's a fading
swarm, teeming oceans quickly thinning.
Who will say the magic words 'too many 
people and what shall we do?' The thick
saliva everywhere heaves like an ocean
tide  -  countless masses, human hordes,
now running out of ride. There is no
other globe to go to.

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