Here I lie at the bottom of the sea,
The weight of the ocean bearing down upon me,
With no room to breathe, movement with viscosity,
The water keeps me down, treacherous in her complicity.
Absent and abstract, patterns above are decorative,
The denizens pass by in a school, bright scales reflective,
Tickling and undeterred, they go to their objective,
Carrying the message of a shipwreck, an intruder of dubious motive.
Here I lie at the bottom of the sea,
The entire world, all humanity above me,
Quiet and serene, peace and a shanty,
At the bottom of the sea.
From the Compendium of One Hundred Word Stories
The Angry Farmer 