In silica silence there’s scuttling
A skittering, shivering muttering
The clacking of pincers
As diamond crabs burrow
And bury themselves in the sand.
Beneath the weight of ocean floorboards.
Shells creaking to support
The worn bones
Iridescent and splendorous
The crabs are scuttling.
In silica tunnels there’s silence
And a darkness eons old.
Can they see in the darkness?
Do they see with eyes
Goggling on reedy stalks?
Strange creatures, crabs,
Scuttling in their darkness,
That the tide won’t wash them away.