Huge squid beneath the ocean
off-yellow speckled skin streaked with shine
and reeking of ammonia. Thirty fall into the depths
Twenty rise again.
The others remain on the cloudy floor
stirring the mud with their pointed arms
making huge bowls from the ocean clay
and uncovering the skulls of blue whales.
Each long beast wraps a skull in her ams and slowly rises to the sun.
As the pressure drops, they swell, and split like boiled hot dogs,
lofting their green treasures briefly back to the surface
and celebrating the unspoken treaty between the vertibrated and invertebrate.
Seagulls pick the floating carcasses,
tangled like dirty mops.
Dolphins chase them away
The smell of bait is overpowering.
Tuna, doomed for sushi, circle and nibble.