Hadal Amphipod's Lament

Down –

Down –

Down-

Close your eyes –

It will all be

Over .

Soon.

Enough.

the abyssal zone

there is no

pressure

like the weight

of the ocean

terminal

and strange

to most

less answers here

than in space

we cannot conquer

our own world

so we wish to conquer

theirs

but their world

their world

is like your god

cruel without intention

impossible to survive

the patterns of the sea down here

lead to more questions

than answers

that's how they like us though

questioning without light

moving through the cold

blinded

and cowed

The Hadal Zone,

More people-

Humans,

have been to the moon

Than the bottom depths

Of the ocean floor.

Funny how we deem to understand –

Not funny laugh out loud –

Just funny,

Ironic maybe.

How we deem to understand.

What is,

Beyond us.

The heavens wider,

And further apart.

But you

Know.

Sure.

Certain.

How lucky –

How fortunate to be gifted-

With such clarity.

Of idolic conviction.

Such knowledge.

Your god.

Your saviour-

Created Creation –

But only

That which you deem

Appropriate.

That of which you approve.

Not questioning –

Or thinking for a second

That you could be wrong.

That you don’t know

It all.

There is a certain arrogance in that.

A certain comfort

I’m sure.

Does it help you sleep,

At night?

Feeling the pressure of self -importance

Fill your lungs

In waves

Of your own ego?

Is that what you need to feel

Important?

Alive?

I suppose.

But your penchant for

Policing the toilet –

And the bodies of women

You have never met -

Is dangerous,

In ways you

Will never care,

To understand.

An Atlantic away from the

Values

You claim to purport.

You sank us all –

Crushed

Like a titanic

Wreck.

In your need

To know

Better.

But we were not rich.

Just. Looking

For a better life.

Just a life.

To call our own.

Amen.

Āmīn

So be.

It.