The Waters

It is a mad place here.
Here in the blue waters that run so deep.
It is a mad place.
There was calm once.
Once before the madness began.
In the water that ran so clear and so blue.
There was calm.
Once the sharks swam serenely.
Their streamline bodies cutting so smoothly through the water.
Powerful fins barely rippling as they moved like dancers.
Now there is only madness.
Clouds of angry grays and blacks.
They make the water thick with their wild churning, roiling whirling.
Once graceful fins now lashing out.
There are teeth as well.
Bright flashes of gnashing teeth like a million shards of glass.
All for a single drop of red blood.
The single drop dropped dripping from above.
And it has caused a frenzy.
The surface ripples.