Salt
Do you know the ocean? Have you felt the waves? Can you hear the effervesce?
Powerful. Humming, buzzing, drumming. Enticing? Sucks you in
Powerful. Humming, buzzing, drumming. Enticing? Sucks you in
The drag
Can never fight against the current Dragged, forced under, swept out, away? No, beyond
Far out
Everything turns to salt
It stings
Up, down, does it matter?
Can never fight against the current Dragged, forced under, swept out, away? No, beyond
Far out
Everything turns to salt
It stings
Up, down, does it matter?
No
No matter where I swim, it is the wrong direction
It is dark
I breathe salt. The skin cracks open along my ribs
Pink flesh
The chest rises and falls, but my nose and mouth are closed I float up, towards the surface
Or am I sinking?
It doesn’t really matter
Now that I have become a part of you.
Salt
No matter where I swim, it is the wrong direction
It is dark
I breathe salt. The skin cracks open along my ribs
Pink flesh
The chest rises and falls, but my nose and mouth are closed I float up, towards the surface
Or am I sinking?
It doesn’t really matter
Now that I have become a part of you.
Salt
Why does a dead human made object have agency?
Observing the cycle of a dead seagull with a plastic rope wrapped around
its neck, watching it slowly decay, as animals and bugs eats away its flesh, bacteria break it down and finally leave the bones clean for you to come and collect them. We all had a job; we all served a purpose. Although, that rope should not have been the death of the seagull, it should not have been there. But, it did what ropes do, it bound and fastened around something. If it is not collected it could continue this cycle, slowly breaking down, more fibres of polypropylene and nylon being released into nature. Maybe some of the actors feeding off the seagull will mistake this for food, filling their stomach with toxic matter, thinking they are full. Only to be found dead later. More bones collected. This you will never see if you are not here to experience it. Not here to collect the rubbish contaminating our coastline. _______________
Observing the cycle of a dead seagull with a plastic rope wrapped around
its neck, watching it slowly decay, as animals and bugs eats away its flesh, bacteria break it down and finally leave the bones clean for you to come and collect them. We all had a job; we all served a purpose. Although, that rope should not have been the death of the seagull, it should not have been there. But, it did what ropes do, it bound and fastened around something. If it is not collected it could continue this cycle, slowly breaking down, more fibres of polypropylene and nylon being released into nature. Maybe some of the actors feeding off the seagull will mistake this for food, filling their stomach with toxic matter, thinking they are full. Only to be found dead later. More bones collected. This you will never see if you are not here to experience it. Not here to collect the rubbish contaminating our coastline. _______________
