Not one of the passersby here
expects you, all slick and mystery
skinned, your black fish eye no longer
refracting the sea but reflecting
our faces globed as we stare down
and nudge our fingers on your
cold stiffness, a state that creeps us--
the agony of your death
somewhere vast and now unknowable,
there's no misery of the fight
here, no memory of the depths,
just cool indifference, a marvel
reduced to marble. Your bony
schnozz, once a terror in the dark
climes, is just a calcified
protuberance, a lifeless harpoon
pointing viewers to the oyster
bar where the shucked glimmerings
shiver with life. Your crescent tail
once torqued you through the elements
and spanked the surface when you
battled that angry hook. No one
here questions your existence, your
lack of consciousness, you are now
a specimen, you have joined
the great thingness of our world,
the broad disregard, the casual
fear we carry in us, please
forgive us, for you have leapt from
the sea's great soul and breathed the air
of wonderment! We are nothing
but our trembling!
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