A killer stalks the oceans.
The netting hangs like a veil
floating in the sea.
Drifting days, weeks, years,
perhaps eternity.
Catching and keeping
all that it can.
Catching and killing
in the name of man.
Its owner long gone,
having sailed away,
Left the netting behind
as it did stray.
The killer it is,
though it was meant to be.
Just not on its own
it shouldn’t be free.
The ghost net stalks the ocean
snagging death on its route.
Grabbing all kinds of life
like fine treasured loot.
To wash up on the shore
among the sand pails,
between the old boards
with old rusty nails.
The net and its trophy of death,
its rewards stolen from the sea,
at least it no longer searches
not for this eternity.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Turtle_entangled_in_marine_debris_(ghost_net).jpg
Image a net floating in the ocean, catching fish and other life until the animals it in cause the net to sink. Once bottom feeders eat the animals in the net it rises again and the cycle of death continues. This is the life of a Ghost net, a drift net that has gotten lost in the ocean and will remain there until it washes ashore.
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