Sonnet #164

In a thousand years, there will be coral

Kept in glass, where automated tides

Roll in and back, and keepers keep so careful

To preserve the specimens that bide

Away the centuries, unable to evolve

to handle modern oceans, trapped in glass

forever, the albatross we bear, the whole

of them that's left a display in a crass

amusement park, where children are brought

to see the gorgeous dance beneath black light

Kids will be told how this is all that's left

Then, leave for the gift shop, buy bereft