In industry clutch, heated waters dwell,
Maine's lobstermen, now kelp farmers fell.
In shifting tides, ecosystems bend,
A world disheveled, a time to mend.

Once chased the lobster, in depths of sea,
Now turn their hand to kelp's decree.
Times change as ocean's fervor swells,
In heated waters, a new tale tells.

Beneath the surface, their livelihood wanes,
To sea's affliction, no man restrains.
In depth's embrace, the lobstermen yearn,
To days of old, may they return.

by Conchobar mac Dubhthach

a centaur