We'll come to enjoy having gills.
We'll cherish the shine of our scales,
and no one will bother us down here.
Bottom feeding
and not being in need of anything
to be anyone.
This is how we'll beat the earth,
this is how we will ice down our war wounds
and this is how we'll learn to escape our burns.
As the swelling keeps going down every day.
I guess that we should just stay here.
How nice it must be underwater,
where bait and hooks are all we'd have to fear.
And we can send them letters in bottles,
so this world would see just how good you look to me,
and I would give everything given to me,
to you.