Delmar Fisheries - The Speed of Sound in Seawater

Ariel, your hybrid eyes betray your lust

Wild sea-foam forms only a fool would trust

Amongst the damp debris you bob there

With your eyes so wet

I only feel a little sad when I cast my net

Are you gonna pack your clams

With the things you might wear?

How will you manage yourself

When you get up there?

So, you gonna hold your breath?

Or just breath in?

Can you stand the oxygen across your fins

It’s hard to swim

When you’re tangled up with the crustaceans

It’s hard to flee

A human who’s just after your meat

Please, take me home

My cry goes unanswered

Bubbling upwards

Reel me in

So hopeful that I’ll make some surface friends

These fishermen

Only interested in the market price of fins

I go home with someone new