AN: A hagfish poem.
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Seahag
It is simpler down here.
The occasional vacant moan of a whale echoes from spaces above.
Fish struggle across brine lakes in droves,
And herds of sea-pigs crawl along,
Browing like sheep.
A corpse rocks and rocks and rocks, reanimated, restless -
Dull eyes staring into the expanding nohing,
The conical teeth and brick-square nose
Calling only to grit and sealillies.
Alone.
Ancient vertebrate, cursed,
Eyeless, empty nosed,
Squirms through a cavity
Drenched with mucus, skin slippery, witchy and loathed.
Here in the depths,
In the company of rusty wrecks
And the endless silent anxieties of bones.
