Down, down under
In the dark, snaking rut
where the rats roam free
And the filth runs amok
Deep deep down,
in dank, glistening tunnels,
eerie silence
through slimy funnels,
There lies a glinting rock,
Shining in the dark
Reflecting,
Gleaming,
Lost.
While its owner runs wild above.
‘Hank, have you seen it?’
‘Hank?’
‘HANK?!’
‘Yes, dear,’
Far, far away,
When the grimy, grey sludge,
Is belched onto shore;
A small, tan child
Reaches down,
And lifts his treasure from the mud.
Ocean Bream 