Sea "Shell"

Fire and Water: A ridiculous combination, unless, you imagine what’s left over. The soot which cannot be washed away by the water’s swaying. A reminder of how a shotgun shell finds itself in the ocean, when its purpose depends on land, on dry, on explosive heat and pushed bee bees from the barrel, meant to be scattered in flesh, not plopping innocently into the ocean’s waters, sifting to the bottom—later to be found by the unsuspecting, picking up the black plastic: “What is this?” As he was raised without ever seeing a shotgun shell or the damage it could do.