The shark symbolizes' war, in fact weapons in war
Would I keep writing poems
if I were a shark,
when I couldn’t use poems as a trap
Would the world need a poet-shark,
an underwater, boneless Homer,
telling an epic from 450 million years ago
about a swimming hero that long perished?
Would words be necessary
in the unfathomable darkness
of a hundred feet below the sea,
where readers were just shrimps and octopuses?
Would it mean anything for anyone
that there was a shark loving rhythm,
sensing not just its victims,
but also, a poem forever unpublished
An anonymous writer
writing for the sake of writing,
no royalty, no recognition, no prizes, no awards,
would the shark keep writing?
I don’t know.
But if I were a shark,
I would write still.