Poem: Sky, Earth, and Sea

High above, the regal bird in gentle arcs ascends,
climbing up into the empty sky that never ends.
Here he's free, and here he's lord of all he sees.

On the Earth the mighty brut withholds none of his rage,
slashing, tearing—gore and blood—until his elder age.
Then he learns he's merely dust caught in a breeze.

Hiding in the lightless depths, the eyeless thing slithers.
Fetid slime covers its skin. It haunts the deep rivers.
Death is all it loves, but Death cannot appease.