ocean system circulation
Dive down to the bottom of the Cardiac Sea
And promise to bring back a pearl for me.
Past the ship wrecks and sea monsters, down down down.
Swim until you find King Triton’s crown.
L. Ventricle:
The Moray in his cave dwelt a very long time,
Whispering poisons in the darkness of his own sick mind.
With his words he defiled the waters of the blue
And the sickness spread to the sea critters too.
The oceans grew black—they tossed and they seethed.
L. Atrium:
When the whales fell sick, the alarms began to scream
With the sound of a thousand catfish caterwauling.
Quarantine set in, and the dolphins were alerted.
Flipper grabbed the barbed wire to erect a Maginot Line;
Someone always overlooks the mitral valve.
So the pestilence swept in, and the orcas were slain.
Circulatory S.:
I’ve a secret to tell, it’s a good one too.
The tide.
Always.
Turns.
R. Atrium:
Fresh water flows in where the spoiled runs out.
Red Cross vessels armed with oxygen masks
Flooded the scene and brought their white vans.
The invalid were seen to, the disease bussed out.
Out. Out. Out.
R. Ventricle:
My waters are an enigmatic azure haven again.
So tell me, my love, where have you been?
Did you bring me a treasure, a gift from the depths?
Can you tell me where Triton’s scepter is kept?
If you whisper to the currents the things you have learned,
I’ll speak to you of my affections in return.