just add water

I saw a sea
turtle,
floating.

dead and floating
on top of the ocean.
it was bobbing like
a decaying, rotting toy
that had been left
in a tub for too long.

I hadn't given much
thought to turtle
soup until I was
in the
middle
of it.

Floating like a cracker
in my
perverted, rotting pot of
turtle soup.

The vitreum leaking
from its  tear ducts-
the methane wanted out.

We shot it.
The most
saddening pop
of escaping gases
spread
shards of shell
sideways
upways and downways

like I had crushed
up some crackers for
my soup.