In the time of global hierarchy
When money was the sole king,
Men and women forsook integrity
In the name of profit and gain.
Humans patrolled the open seas,
Where all of marine-life swam free
They sought the ancient predator -
Sacred hunter turned huntee.
Seizing the apex fish,
They hacked off their fins alive,
Then threw them back to the waters
To suffer, to drown, to die.
The fisherman were unaware
They would meet a parallel fate:
An eye for an eye, and a fin for a limb,
Nature would balance the lot.
Beneath the depths, a creature stirred
For the cries of the fish had been heard
The ghost of an ancient, fierce predator
Awoke and was given flesh form.
The Great Shark spirit arose
To revenged his hunted children
His teeth large as primate hands,
His body ten sleeping men long.
With a powerful, spine-tingling force,
Megalodon swam, surface-bound
Destroying the boat with one bite,
The fishermen thrown to the sea.
The marauders struggled and gasped
And in the waves’ torrents, collapsed
At last in the waters they’d wounded,
They sunk to the depths, breathing their last.
But the great shark bestowed upon one
That which he did not deserve:
Benevolence and a promise for peace
In exchange would he spread the shark’s cause.
The lone fisherman wearily thrashed,
Exhausted and battered, he rasped
In agreement to the shark’s offer -
Anything to save his own arse.
The shark swam across to the man -
Hand grasped gigantic dorsal
They raced the tide to the shore
And won the match: the ancient and morsel.
Feet firmly back upon land,
The fisherman altered his tune,
Singing praises of an unlikely friend:
The ancient one, great Megalodon.
And so from that time we have learned
That all life is balanced on Earth,
Connecting all things in a circle,
Reminding us we all are one.
Copyright: June, 2009
