Death of a Free Diver

Death greets those who dive too deep in dark pelagic hell; tossed from jagged rock to vicious coral, she stays the corpse’s dance, each impact destroys a little more; her slow explosion attracting hungry fish All see her, bar gossiping annemones, Cinderellas of the midnight tide, swaying like mops In the angry swell Now, amid the canyons of the blue- green sea, blood’s torpid rivers conspire with current to pull her down; where grassy queue awaits volcanic vents; the tube-worms larder door