Among the market greens, <br />a bullet <br />from the ocean <br />depths, <br />a swimming <br />projectile, <br />I saw you, <br />dead. <br /> <br />All around you <br />were lettuces, <br />sea foam <br />of the earth, <br />carrots, <br />grapes, <br />but <br />of the ocean <br />truth, <br />of the unknown, <br />of the <br />unfathomable <br />shadow, the <br />depths <br />of the sea, <br />the abyss, <br />only you had survived, <br />a pitch-black, varnished <br />witness <br />to deepest night. <br /> <br />Only you, well-aimed <br />dark bullet <br />from the abyss, <br />mangled <br />at one tip, <br />but constantly <br />reborn, <br />at anchor in the current, <br />winged fins <br />windmilling <br />in the swift <br />flight <br />of <br />the <br />marine <br />shadow, <br />a mourning arrow, <br />dart of the sea, <br />olive, oily fish. <br />I saw you dead, <br />a deceased king <br />of my own ocean, <br />green <br />assault, silver <br />submarine fir, <br />seed <br />of seaquakes, <br />now <br />only dead remains, <br />yet <br />in all the market <br />yours <br />was the only <br />purposeful form <br />amid <br />the bewildering rout <br />of nature; <br />amid the fragile greens <br />you were <br />a solitary ship, <br />armed <br />among the vegetables <br />fin and prow black and oiled, <br />as if you were still <br />the vessel of the wind, <br />the one and only <br />pure <br />ocean <br />machine: <br />unflawed, navigating <br />the waters of death.<br /><br />Pablo Neruda<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ode-to-a-large-tuna-in-the-market/
