November 22, 2019
my internal organs were eaten
my occular sockets pecked clean
i am Platyrhinoidis triseriata and i am dead
dead on the sandy shore, where drplasticpicker wanders
dead on the shore, where a Surf Rake removes the plastic debris, but also the seaweed that shorebirds need
Marbled Godwits! Whimbrels!! Snowy Egrets!!! where are you? did the Surf Rake “clean” the kelp, “clean” it from the insects and decaying kelp that keep intact the circle of life?
what is “clean?”
will someone “clean” my dead carcass?
already the seagull took the best parts, i am the ocean’s Prometheus
there comes that drplasticpicker again, always looking for her soul and deeper meaning in the waves, and little bits of plastic
dear girl. i am Platyrhinoidis triseriata , Thornback Guitarfish and i am dead.
i return to the Pachi Mamma
Addendum: I sent my poem to Scripps Institution of Oceanography and thanked them for inspiring my original poetry. I will get to meet the communications person there, when I finally return their trawl-line plastic ball that I found one morning on the beach.
Another blog post that I was feeling more sad https://drplasticpicker.com/don-quixote-is-this-a-cautionary-tale-for-drplasticpicker/