Gulf Shrimp (Gulf of Mexico) Mourning darkens the sea dispossessed of her whales, her cod, her gulf shrimp. Even so, the rough oily waves reclaim them in skeletons and shells and they become the sea’s strange new bones. Even so, the gulf shrimp’s tiny eyelids open like dawn in the swelling brine among the plastic jetsam there. The shrimp’s heart is the size of an atom, a molecule beating on the sea floor barely shielded in its chitinous wrapping, her eyes more ancient than this world. Let the oily sea reclaim her then, let her hard skin defend the ocean’s tender swollen beating broken heart.