In a moment
by default
Helpless to
the world at large;

clear bag of gas
Erection blowing
to the shore.

Mop of nerves
forever long
Tangling all
that come to path;

No discretion,
true reactor
Punishing rocks,
destroying fish
All sea monkeys
cry in pain.

But steadfast,
outside the reef
The armored veteran
of gelatin feasts

surges past
flooding corpses
sucked out by tide
in the idiot’s wake.

The eyeless bag
sees nothing coming
A cave of thorns
deflates escape.


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