Pacifist Ocean
“Listen,
I am that vast vault of calm, the endless continent; congeries of unmapped roads.
I roll slow, my breakers dance over time.
I am the middle of the tale, the centre that holds no trouble,
I bind beginnings and ends together.
But you,
you dock darkness in my inlets; your warships roll heedless from ports.
Depth charges bobble out of tune with the tide,
your submarines are strange fish glowing beneath the floes.
You carve my waters with boundaries and badlands,
you spill your oily guts, bludgeon me with plastic cities riding on the waves.
You spear dolphins in blood-soaked bays, spread nets,
take my shoals with the need of greed,
but listen!
I never signed up for this war.”