LAW OF THE OCEAN

Silver scales sink in emerald sea
remains of battle, survivors flee
like sunlit rain in forest silent
spiraling down, bottomward sent.

Hungry mouths do now not seek,
tasty flashes. . . the slow, the weak.
No markers note their quiet passing.
except filled bellies, now not fasting.

[I wrote this after watching a nature program on the sea, which featured a segments about tuna attacking a school of sardines.]