You poked me with your naked toe and said "Is that alive?
We'd better chuck it back into the sea."
A kindly thought, if crudely phrased, but I will not survive
this drying sun - so listen, please, to me.
Your bony frame and raspish skin, your stony teeth and nails
are so much evolution gone astray.
We jellyfish need none of these - our frills and fronds and flails
are carried on the ocean's loving sway.
Come, join us in the element where life was meant to be!
Reject the jagged baggage in your train,
and learn to see your essence as a jelly, just like me -
for what is humankind but human brain?