Sub Humans

Sub humans prefer a
particular sandwich type:
tubular, rounded, and ready
to be fired when ready
given the sonar go.
Under water, there are
compounds who reject
words as distinction machines, 
treading the floor and
imagining the ceiling 
as a shimmer of infinite
false light. To be clear
is to be full of fear,
definitionally. That 
sentence lives where 
ranking dies: beyond 
the ken of civilized
boats in the sub
marine depths where
heat striates and 
pressure stipples.