Breadcrumb #408

DR. JACK BEDELL

Feel her floating underneath the water’s surface,
moving slowly enough to lift a boat
with her swell but leave no wake.

She pulls scales from her hips, frees them
to float in the water like manta rays.
She drags her huge feet through wreckage

strewn along the gulf bed, has no fear
of lightning, no need for the moon
to pull her toward pain. She could

eat a thousand men and not sit still,
her hunger flowing like wave.

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