A bit of a departure today, friends. This is a poem by a person close to me who I'm going to leave anonymous, and who is just beginning to write seriously. It impressed me, and I requested permission to pass it on to my readers here, which was granted. I have included some process notes to make the title and subject of the poem clearer. Your thoughts and impressions on it are very welcome.
For those of my close friends who know or might want to speculate about the identity of the poet, I ask that this not be discussed for various reasons. Thanks.
For those of my close friends who know or might want to speculate about the identity of the poet, I ask that this not be discussed for various reasons. Thanks.
The Anglerfish
When scientists first started capturing ceratioid anglerfish, they noticed that all of the specimens were female...and almost all of them had what appeared to be parasites attached to them. It turned out that these "parasites" were highly reduced male[s].."~wikipedia
seamless, featureless and plain
unimaginable amounts of my lifeblood
weigh it down flat
were it to move, the hungriest
would strive against one another
fighting for one sweet morsel
if only for a year
as flat and crushed as the sand
am I, every moment I live
I struggle, foolishly no doubt
just to breathe
I feel the pressure of a thousand mountains
around me, the darkness of a thousand moons
I am lost in the darkness
Yet I seek a fate beyond it
I am swimming, searching,
useless alone, I must continue.
The vast blackness surrounds
yet lights distantly beckon.
Through water thick as syrup I wander
This blackness treacle and burden
searching ever, for sustenance
a miracle of rage and love
there is only the joining in my eyes
the endless suckling prison
my mouth fused to her side
an endless sustaining of nothing
her maw approaches me slowly and still
in the thick water
teeth so deadly her mouth can never close
and dangling the light of promise in front of her.
So glorious is she that I am overwhelmed
and have to resist the urge
to swim into those lovely jaws
into pure oblivion
dazed, I stand still in the thickness
daring against hope
that I might just survive
and go unnoticed
luckless, she spies me through the veil
and begins to circle
I circle as well
thinking yet to shake the menace upon me
No chance, her gravity
is ten to mine
though she swoops and gulps greatly
still I am free
a blast of pheremones
brings me to a standstill
I am compelled beyond instinct
blindly observing
I am to her an accessory
now she free to ravage and kill
and giving a pittance for me
to remain here alive
the ultimate trap, was it me that grew
into her side, or her sides that hungered
for usefulness and purpose
knowingly growing into the weakest of me
the scales upon me, meant to protect
no gap to be seen
except for the ones ignored
in the words from my lips
those shoals of my soul
like hooks waiting
for another hook of like make
to bring misery and sorrow together
Further Notes: "...The male ceratioid lives solely to find and mate with a female...When he finds a female, he bites into her skin...fusing the pair down to the blood-vessel level. The male then slowly atrophies, first losing his digestive organs, then his brain, heart, and eyes, and ends as nothing more than a pair of gonads which release sperm in response to hormones in the female's bloodstream indicating egg release. This extreme sexual dimorphism ensures that, when the female is ready to spawn, she has a mate immediately available..."~wikipedia
Note: This poem is copyrighted to Verse Escape, and to the author, and may not be used without written permission. January 29,2012
Image: Humpback anglerfish, via wikimedia commons.
Public Domain, full information given at link.
