It’s in the deepest darkness,
where folded life emerges only with the
raging tempest
or when silence occupies rustling shore.
Untouched they eat flickering moonlight
catch laser sunbeams and jump over foaming waves
yet, don’t recognize our white secretions
we are so proud of, cheap surrogate
of every ounce of coaled milk we suck out
of the earth’s mouth
It’s the new plankton,
It’s the new algae,
It’s the new jellyfish
and the liver transplant in that whale
over there,
they never asked for.
Maja S. Todorovic
Business in Rhyme 