What difference to me?
Is the source of the pain?
From an ancient salt ocean
Or a puddle of spring rain?

The clever deceptions of color,
Grace and form veil,
The singular predications of a savage,
Feeding swarm

From deadly microbe
To frenzied piranha
Shocking my tingled
To The Great White Flick O' Rama.

The water of life
Will be the death of me this year.
Coincidentally, it is ice
That soothes my puffy, red jellyfish tears.