The spray! The waves! Your home!
O the ocean does encase,
The orchestrator of earth.
Who’s left to share your tale?
O Octopus! Hey, cephalopod! It’s time your story is known.
You built this earth for yourself. The work was done for you; the time had ended:
Trapped in water, they forsook you-YOUR history unknown.
They silenced you! They morphed you! They paralyzed you underwater.
You created the world and then let them in, the aliens on escape.
They took control. Your story buried.
O Octopus! Rise Octopus! You evolved by their hand.
O Cephalopod! Rise Cephalopod! How you miss the land.
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Morphed into Silence
by Stephanie Daich
