In the depths of all things unknown.
I find peace in odd places,
happiness in traces.
I happen upon you lying there
- a dead fish.
Food for one, only selected pieces taken,
leaving the rest for another.
A world of survival of the fittest,
it's noted here.
My mind knows this is true.
You survived long enough to be a meal for few.
With a photograph,
I have made a meal of you too.
For eyes will see you,
never forgetting the life you knew.