I see the cormorant soaring far above

with wings of obsidian

swimming through the crisp air.

The bird’s enthralling eyes

with hues of emerald green

meet an undulating Salmon.

He gracefully plunges into the cyan- blue water

and swallows it whole.

Plastic fills the cormorant’s stomach.

He suffocates on human waste

and dies young.

Alone.

I could only imagine how the cormorant felt

during its last moments.

It must have hurt to breathe,

as if all the oxygen he had

was molding into monstrous boulders.

Crushing his body.

His will.

His soul.