Go Under

Believe it or not, I don't have any pictures of the ocean floor. This is what you get instead.

Day 15 - Poetry

​“You do you”
   is just another bullshit excuse
      to not have to own up
         to all the shitty things
                                 we do.
It’s another hashtag philosophy
   that allows us to forget
   what philosophy means;
   that allows us to reduce
   the Mariana Trench of truth
   to a line in the sand
      you scuffed with your shoe.
Lovecraftian things
   with sharp pointy teeth
   make their home at the bottom
                                                of
                                                   the
                                                       sea,
   which makes the allure
      of the shallows
      in some way understandable
      but, jesus, with the standard of living we allow
      we value splashing in tub-deep waters
      and overfishing the surface of the sea
      above giving a first or second thought
         to the expanse of alien life
               percolating
         beneath our treading feet.
 
Breath deep
   and go under
   because an inflatable raft
   only provides comfort
   until you realize its fragility
   while floating through
      the harsh reality
      of plastic human stupidity.
 
Go where there’s depth
   because while “you do you”
   there’s a bottom feeder
   – a pair of ragged claws –
   living in volcanic heat
   in harmony with the pressured dark
   that will outlive you
      and your hashtag existence too.