One of the Dead Then

Here I am, inch high,

Great-bearded Neptune . . .

Bottom of my tank,

Bubbling in a poem,

Surprised to be here.

Choosing gods to be

Can be fun, although

Choosing a monster

Or freak more suits me.

But what god could be

More absurd than this,

Poseidon at scale

Sized right for goldfish

Dumped from plastic bags

Into a cramped bowl?

It fits. I fit. No

Living god would

Stand for this, but look,

Who loved Poseidon,

Destroyer of ships—

Or Leviathan,

Or Illuyanka,

Kraken, Moby Dick?

I’m fine with burbling

As an ornament

In your tap water,

Molded in plastic.

I come from χάος.

I know what scares you.

I own the Five Deeps.