Dead Fish

Too long among the shadows

Leads one to doubt their form.

Comparisons are muddled at best.

Distorted figurines of faith

Over exaggerated 

Start to sound like truth

When stretched.

The mud was suitable for hiding

Buried among denied existence

Universes we'd rather not confront

Ecosystems dangerously tethered to our own,

Thriving in spite of our best efforts

To smother worlds

We never bothered to learn

Need no air to guarantee life.

Shutting down

The only light

Dead stardust dancing

Behind open eyes that will not see

The body becomes host

Habitation

Organic 

Sustainable 

Mutation

We barter our existence

Based on the weight of dead fish

In the barrel. 

Natasha Head