The Jellyfish Chronicles

Written by: steven cooke

Beneath my tendrils,
Hidden by waves of despair
Lie Souls lost in storms nightmare
No cross, or family visitors,
 Except crabs and eels 
And curious seals

Picking away at the last semblance
That made them once human
The seas sermon, their last chaplain
A sunken boat, company for the last captain

The sea has many secrets
And I know her spirit well
For I am the last witness
To ships that sink
To gulls that die
To hear the whales that cry
To see the births,
Far away from man’s eye
 
I cast my shawl
Up mountains hidden
By current and canyon
I watch with my many eyes 

The dolphins panic caught in trawlers net
Whose whistle, the final lament
Asphyxiation the cruel torment

The finless shark, the once proud ruler of this realm
Writhes in clouds of blood, while enemies swoop
Victim to another’s, gourmet soup

All is secret, for the sea hides many things
Her coral cities and sea horse prairies
But locked away in Davies locker
Oil and gas, 
The treasure and the waste
She is the mother of all,
And the reaper of her domain

And I am left to wonder
For her embrace is mine to share
 For I am the jelly fish, and I am a witness
To all who have wronged
This place where I belong

And now I see the virgin iceberg
A last paradise where man is not welcome
Leave my mother be, and leave her children’s kingdom

Let the cold be her knight,
Let the bears rule the night
And let nature be the light.
For I am just a jellyfish

Wandering my home, the sea,
You go to yours and let mine be.
For the sea will always be a part
Of you, and  me.
And that is how, to respect my home, the sea

Footnote: Thejellyfish has over twenty eyes, more than any other creature on the planet