On skin, it’s barely a freckle I’d make,
But baby, en masse, we turn seas opaque!
Come darkness, come famine, come poison or flood,
My kind can flourish in any old crud.
I may be a tiny and brainless brown cell,
But my tactics are brilliant; I’m doing quite well.
So, “higher” life-forms, with deep-furrowed brow,
I’ve made my move … what will you do now?
Further reading (on what humans are doing now …):
De novo assembly of Aureococcus anophagefferens transcriptomes reveals diverse responses to the low nutrient and low light conditions present during blooms, Frischkorn et al., Frontiers in Microbiology
This is one in a series of poems written by Katherine Allen, a researcher in geochemistry and paleoclimate at the Lamont-Doherty Earth Observatory and the Institute of Marine and Coastal Sciences at Rutgers University.