the ocean is temporary.
we made it that way
with our fossil fuels and our anger
and our constant
insatiable desires.
and what about the starfish?
how will they ever get back home
if we consume ourselves
with fire?
and what about God?
our infatuation with stuff,
so much that we drain the sea
and kill the bees
and the oysters
and the drunks and the addicts
who barely even contributed to the problem
because they were too broke
and too high.
go ahead.
wash everything away.
but what about the starfish?
forget the starfish.
the ocean is temporary
we made it that way.
