By Pandora Peoples
The apple belly of a fish woman
Rolls along the shoals
Until a smooth dolphin
Slides beneath her and
She throws her arms about his neck
Their chakra colors mix
But are fixed
And never fuse
Like oil and water
In the lava lamp blues
Sea stars walk down chalky reefs
Like creeping hands
Into the iron sands of a shipwrecked cruise,
Where platoons of plankton explode
Like fireworks, when they get too close
The bee bopping troubadours of the trident
Harbor no resentment to the inclement
Infringement of the air breathing
Land creatures whose indictment of nature
Indicates an addiction to toxic substances
Gaia shifts and moans
Her body on loan to alien people
Who don’t recognize their own home,
The soul invasion
Thrusts into her throne like a sword made
Of skull and bone
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