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,

Swelled, engorged;

Brine-filled cavities

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…