Freeze-Dried Shark Eggs

Can feed leaf eels a while,
But not for long. They die,
The eels. What should we eat?

What will hide us from death
If we eat its life, we ask
A lot. We ask too much.

Lives eat lives. Some lives eat
Dead lives. Some lives kill lives
To eat. Some eat live lives.

They all die. What gets done
From meal to meal, that’s life,
The part that means more lives.

Those shark eggs, they all failed.
Some from their glob swim on.
Those leaf eels. How can we

Eat farmed eels if they won’t
Live long, get fat, make more?
We’ll die fed on ghost eels.

Glare at Dawn, Grow Dim at Dusk

Our moods, write those types

Who like to track them,

Who like to track us,

Tend to start out dark,

With lots of dour words

For the starts of days,

And then lift like fog.

By midday we’re bright,

But hope-and-joy words

Don’t peak ‘til past dusk.

Then we sink. So, there.

For all our false lights

And weird hours we keep,

The moods of our flesh

Still chase the old sun,

That great God and Lord

Of the Light who sails

In his boat, too high

And too hot for us

To so much as watch.

We think on all things.

We make deals. We fight.

We pray. Work things out.

We work hard. Our souls,

Poor worms, chase one light.