Salmon struggle against each other to breed

by clamoring upstream in a crowd.

And now the streams are shallow

you can only see fish

with almost no water, breathing one drop is success.

In an epic battle to preserve the species,

The stream becomes corpulent, uninspiring,

One fish just gives up

He is run over, what a bum!

He receives rest under the mud

Most of them compete:

a bottomless Abyss of fighting,

All while praising god or science for the opportunity.

No meaning, only a dry, formulaic victory

of pushing a broom out

into the future faces of the unborn