Poem 117: A mystery

the faceless fish is risen from the eastern abyss
his featureless snout unveiled in death
like a prophet
torn
from his purblind
pressurized domain
and through a full two miles of bends

I dare not guess what this portends
but I am phoning each of beloved ones

I don't care what time it is

alerting them
the faceless fish is risen from the eastern abyss

6/14/17