Does this creature expire forlorn and exiled?
Does no one hear the delicious whisper
Of breath escaping, it’s final dance,
Languid lips parted, a flourish, a wave…
Salty membranes satiated,
Struggling to catch another breath
Does this life enrich him?
This obsidian solitude
This nefarious asylum
This sanctuary of desolation.
He breathes no breath that has not been breathed before.
Death in silence heeds no sadness…