Though I knew
These were your waters,
I never expected to drag you up.
Not after a million years and in
The million expeditions I'll make here.
I even had your fossils
In a box somewhere.
My nets are the best, I've been told.
The things I pull up they can't believe.
Strange things, long forgotten, ugly things
That would bite or claw their way
Through any other mesh.
Things that you'd expect to pull up in a net
In the middle of the night,
In black water,
Under a starless sky.
But you?
You're scarier and more primitive than
I ever imagined.
And now I can't throw you back.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem