She is old now
and she is exhausted
such hostility around her, and she
wants to just rest in an ocean of blue
fulfilled by some humility
the wonder of life
she has missed all these years
in a dead little chemical pool
unimaginative things all about her
blankness just a blue painted wall
lack of interest of life forms
of sea plants no coral to speak of at all
diffidence and hesitation
The chemical smell when they trawl
doing my show every which way
all that loud music they play
nothing alive not a crab or a fish
fifty years what can one say.