For millennia fish are trapped at the ebb. No need to gather grasses or lower nets in this salt low sea. The war is water. Tube worms bend the verticals. Hecatombs of plankton waste in the shade.
Coral stars await the black death.
Barracuda move below one who rises in the sky will not speak. Cuttlefish flicker with heat. Nothing compared to passions above. Slick invasion in breeding time. The toilet takes two years to flush.