Shoal of Sharks
"Oh, look at all the porpoise!" someone shouted While passengers ran to snap their cameras; But what they leaned toward was a shoal of sharks Before us, moving like a floating island: A seething multitude of tails and fins Fleeing the fury of a hurricane Hundreds of miles away. They splashed and swarmed. Slashing the sea to threads of hissing foam Beneath us, tossing bellies to the sun. Staring into the blood pits of our eyes Ferocious for the flesh and stench of us. Lucky for us high on our high-tech ark Looking back on life's primeval broth At such perpetual and perfect kin.
First published in National Review. Copyright © 2001 by Richard O'Connell. Used by permission of the author.