Terra Cognita Part 6

6.
In the shadows by the seawall, if you look quite closely,
you will see gleams of dental gold, some shards of heart,
of flakes of bone that once were smoothest pearls,
reduced to shreds, the merest scraps of oceans' meals.

Life waiting its turn in the deepest fissures
            far down in the Marianas
            in the billowing fumes of submerged volcanoes
where whole continents are disgorged,
            and animals on stalks waver in the dark,
            their valved mouths gaping to feed
            on the plumes of pumice and ash.

"Que sera, sera.
Whatever will be, will be.
The future's not ours to see.
Que sera, sera."