Doom

For new world
New skills must be
Learnt

New tools new
Teeth fingers

Trust process not people
The process is to live
The living way
ASAP among germinals

Poem? Po them back

These fighting words
To the death they fight
As oil under water

The prepositions volve
Surfaceward
You get used to it
Are you going in?

Gelid and gilled
Your capabilities abound

How thou you are
To accommodate
Such provocations

Where others are kin
You are kindred

A poem titled doom
Read before writing

Like shoot first
What does fish food
Smell like?