Poems of the Week

The Elasmobranchacine

by Dan Campion

“Sharks Are So Old They’ve Been Around The Galaxy Twice (So Far)”

Two hundred thirty million years
It takes our spiral arm
To carousel around the hub
Of our galactic wheel.

Of course, one of our apex fears
Would swim to do us harm
From deep time, like a nuke-armed sub,
To make the beach crowd squeal.

No matter where a pilot steers,
No sharks will take alarm;
They’ve seen it all. And here’s the rub:
From Jaws there’s no appeal.