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A prose poem about the shark-bait that's out there: people like you and me. |
| Wild sharks inhabit the salty depths By the sunny, breezy, and foggy coastline. Surfers, swimmers, and sailors Come out to play and relax for a day - Tides bringing in much life and debris Toward the shore’s heavenly periphery. The man-eating shark approaches On an unsuspecting human’s horrified radar And folks all around the once-peaceful sanctuary Race toward the safety of land. Vicious bites, severed limbs, and death Can reward the most skilled ocean seeker On an unlucky day. As the enchanted orb makes its nightly appearance High above the waves, rocks, and sand, The daytime sees firsthand The lethal marauders and their hunger And thirst for human blood; And humanity's failed attempts To exist in this darkened environment. |