The wreckage on the ocean floor

lies deep,

the treasure that it went there for

its murky world will keep…

 

as are the souls and truths

of those who dare to seek,

beyond the veiled lies of proof

too many others speak.

 

Above, the shallow sunbathers

bask in filtered light,

welcoming malignancy

they revel in The Blight…

 

they’ll all go down together

no matter what the cost,

they’ll just enjoy the weather

and “be damned” the Winter frost.