The Hopeful Pacific Bluefin Tuna
I am one of eight species,
the incredible edible Pacific Bluefin Tuna.
I am sleek, smooth and a speedy swimmer.
My diet is voracious
I will travel the Pacific, Atlantic, Indians Oceans and the Gulf of Mexico.
While most fish are
on coral reefs
or prey on amoeba,
I devour my prey to support my journey
and warm blood.
Here and then
Despite my swift sureness, endurance and capacity to adapt to conditions to my favor,
E x t i n c t i o n.
Not by sharks, whales or squid—my natural enemies,
They bait me with delicacies.
Then once I’m hooked, my belly bleeds
I am frozen.
Sold on the market.
To the highest bidder.
I am the incredible edible Pacific Bluefin Tuna.
But my stock is plummeting, both juveniles and ancestors alike.
have an insatiable,
unquenchable desire for my
blood-red, melt-in-your-mouth flesh.
My beautiful torpedo-like body is cut on a bandsaw,
Then sliced thin.
Or chopped fine.
Only to land
on a cold platter
Served with wasabi, pickled ginger, rice, and soy.
I sate appetites.
Feed greedy humans.
Who follow silly cultural rites.
If left unchecked, I will vanish from the oceans; from this Blue Planet I call home.
G o n e.
Maybe, just maybe humans will notice.
My value. My place.
I know the tides can change in my favor, though.
h o p e f u l,
h o p e f u l.