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The Kraken
H.V. Patterson
So much hungry grasping
sharks, sailboats, seaweed,
blubbery whales,
the raw delicacy of an unwary male–
You’ve no patience for eggs or mating.
Running limbs over the universe,
unraveling it with your tender touch
ready at a moment to turn
violent, to haul the world
into your hidden beak-mouth.
Humans quail at the shore
shoving squirming sacrifices
into your depths,
hoping in vain to fill the unfillable
black hole at the heart of creation
Nothing appeases your relentless tentacles.
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