There’s a black box
sitting on the ocean floor
telling tales as whales
stop to listen

And the stories it tells
of the time before landing
as debris in the sea
Not withstanding

It will eventually stop blinking
and stop calling for help
and cajole in its new role
as collector of kelp

But maybe, perhaps
in a search for the plane
it will find its way back
to public domain

That black box might talk
not of planes that are crashing
but vampire squid, tube worms
these creatures are smashing!

It’s a time for us all
and the things we hold sacred
will we spill them or save them
or drown in the water?

There’s a black box
sitting on the ocean floor
telling tales as whales
stop to listen