Mysterious Deep

By Andrew R. Duckworth

Sometimes nature whispers
Reminders that the ocean
Is still practically unexplored,
Just a few jagged lines on a map
of notable underwater landmarks,
All of them graves of some kind,
Collecting skeletons of fish,
Of whales, of lost travelers.
The deepest part is dark,
Too distant from the surface
For light to reach,
Too mysterious, enough pressure
To crush and kill.
What lies at the bottom?
Perhaps the world’s end.
But the ocean bottom is no friend
To the one who goes looking
For answers.