Of Ghost Shrimps and Things (IP)

Transparency
their speciality...
like shards
of liquid glass
seducing strands
of eel-grass
as it wefts
and it weaves
beneath the waves.
Nothing else to do
but shimmer
and snake...
like a slender,
strawberry-blonde
in a see-through,
slinky dress;
soporifically silver
as a siren’s singing.
Tangerine...through
palest pink;
kaleidoscope colours...
such versatility
in their camouflage;
scavengers by trade,
in a shrimp eat shrimp –
survival of the fittest,
sort of way...
Death – less
than a breath away,
in this world
beneath the sea
where life multiplies
like the stars,
then devours itself.
Days come
and they go –
as constant
as the tide
as it ebbs
and flows
to the waxing
of the moon
as the wing
of the crow
will eclipse
the midday sun...
and the old,
brown cow
will ever
chew the cud,
and the dish –
run away
with the spoon.