San Diego, giant squid
Tore beaks at the BCDs of divers
Mistaking them for seals
There were survivors,
I dived near there once
Silently bouyant in the giant kelp
Watching sea otters play
Hearing whales cry help,
While on a Big Sur beach
A walrus rotted in the golden sand
Looking for all the world
Like a great brown hand.
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