Casper the Basking Shark

by Sarah Louise Crewe

storm in the Port
the rain could break
a bone shark's neck

you wade in
200 tiny teeth -set on edge
skin hisses fissures from

lampreys cookiecutters
scan for a dock
a place to caaaaaaalm
                   dowwwwn

but you rarely rest
jaw is a cavern
flash your three bar
grill at Baby Blue

raise a crescent moon tail
to omnipotent sky

i cannot believe that you came here
                                           to die