North Pacific Gyre

When Americans die
they float on for years
in plastic bottles
far out at sea.

The bottles decay
the souls are released
eaten by albatross
strangling their young.

I found one myself
cloudy but whole
half sunken there
and poured out its ghost.

It offered one wish
I asked for reprieve
It laughed from its guts
and dove out of sight.

Image CC-BY-SA by qnr

3 thoughts on “North Pacific Gyre

    1. Fritz Bogott Post author

      What a kind thing to say!

      The one redeeming thing about my inability to suppress my childish creativity is that I keep meeting so many lovely people with the same problem! Solidarity! ::crayon power salute::


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