Seething fissure at ocean’s deepest floor
Where myriad lifeforms thrive
Needless of the sun
With heat from earth’s consolidation

The siliceous aggregate
The bacterial mats
Nay the very crustaceans
Do not wish it otherwise

Do not wish to frolic or bask
Where from where algae dare not stray
Though plenty motile
Defined in photosynthesis

All have their homes
Salmon-falls
Birds in the trees
Bands of acceptance

All suffer and die
But only humans dream of sailing
Of driving submersibles
Away into the darkness