The poet Shark

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

to hunt?

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but also, a poem forever unpublished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.