Til Death Do Us Part

a found poem                                                                                                                  

When a tiny male deep-sea anglerfish
meets a much larger female,
he fuses his lips to her body in a kiss that lasts
for the rest of his life.
His blood supply joins hers to provide
nourishment.
She carries him (and often several others)
around thereafter,
ready to fertilise eggs whenever she produces them.
This strategy
is one solution to the problem
of finding a member of the same species
but opposite gender
at the right time for reproduction
in the dark
sparsely-populated ocean depths.

for a picture of this charming creature, known as Triplewart sea devil, AKA Cryptopsaras couesi, look at Deep Sea Bestiary and click on Interactive. The words are a found poem, from course materials for Exploring our Oceans, a FutureLearn course by Southampton University.

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4 Responses to Til Death Do Us Part

  1. colonialist says:

    One long kiss
    that leads to bliss?
    How did the poem become lost? :)

  2. Nature is nothing if not imaginative in ways of reproduction!

  3. Wow! That’s fascinating stuff, Viv. Polygamy in favour of the female…

    One suggestion: ‘A found poem’ underneath the title.

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