Octopus’s Graveyard

As I was kayaking across the Atlantic,

Little silver seagull thoughts

Whizzed through my mind,

As the waves rolled by.

 

I want to be buried at sea,

Beneath the rolling waves, in a field of anemones.

And the sharks will come visit

In an Octopus’s Graveyard.

 

Fish will swim over me, as I lie beneath the ocean floor

And the faces of the anglerfish,

Will be distorted with sorrow.

The lanternfish will light up my grave,

Which will say:

Here I lie

In an Octopus’s Graveyard.

 

They will bring bouquets of seaweed

As I rest in the Hadalpelagic.

But you can tell them,

That the ocean is vast, already,

And their tears can be spared,

In an Octopus’s Graveyard.

 

The sediments will shift and make us disappear

Towards the core of the earth.

Maybe one day we’ll surface,

As we where or as something new.

And we will build sandcastles to live in.

But for now we rest,

In the Hadalpelagic.

Amongst the anemones,

In an Octopus’s Graveyard.

Author's Note

Wrote this in 2011. Contains fish jokes.