November 22, 2019

by drplasticpicker

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/