Sea Host

Another collaboration with Beazley.

Squids. Giants only I
know how to introduce.

And in this house, of
water and denizens,
to be deep means solidity.

In Atlanta's Aquarium,
God's velour is mad. It hangs,
jellyfish strands and

nothing but God, from below,
makes a sound, to our divers:
There is more dirt.
Scrape those edges good.

Love the children simulated
into being with each siren of alert;
love the announcer's words
running us around
You can't find us moving the nails.
You can't find us cracking the bell.
You can't find us sheepishly waiting
to be gobbled up or torn apart.