The Great White Death

Two tiny drops
crimson-speck stain
a cresting wave
then I wait, as
blood
dissolves
into the water
that's all I need to
track down
location of my prey
& pound
resoundingly into your
chest, rip flesh
of perhaps the leg,
no- your neck

leading you
unknowingly, right into
jaws,
of two-ton crushing
pressure threshing,
tear at the bone to leave
red clouds
in the water

all thanks to a relentless
10 foot radius
bite
slaughter

Your final sight,
my gills
as I swoop in
for
the kill-strike

Search for a target,
this sense
of scent so strong
& is within
range
even if
it's more than
a half-mile gone,
it's still in sight

A fin
piercing the surface,
as currents
of this salty ocean body
shift and stir

There's not a poacher
on Earth who
can rival
my blackened eyes,
penetrating glare
soon as you catch
their stare
not a chance
you'll survive

Razor sharp
rows of serated teeth
ready to saw
skin into soft, red tissue
then feed
& feed

I thrash,
but hell hath
no frenzy-
like the lone hunter
it's only me
fear me, indeed, as if
I were my own
army

Call me chordata
by species &
genus
linked to the dinosaur
but you may know
me as something
more
intimidating and
summer-beach panic
motivating

Electromagnetic pulse
I can detect
half a billionth of
a volt
so if you're nearby
best keep that
heartbeat calm or it will
cease

I am a Great White
unintentional
unconventional, inhuman
serial murderer
I'm prone to go berserk
yet I can't tell
whether you're seal, squall
human, fish or surfboard
any one can be the main course
in fact, I think
I'll save a morsel
for dessert

Apex Predator
Da dun
--da dun
da duh da dun
---da dun
if you ever hear
my theme,
swim at lightning bolt
speed,
race right out
the waters, yes
you'd better run

An Amityville
horror
if you tangle with
this snout
I'll gut you,
believe me
quicker than your
vocal chords
can even formulate
a dying shout
or plea

Don't listen to
the two-legged
buffoons at
National Geographic
I'm the undisputed
King of Sea
and if you cross me,
you'll soon
understand that
it takes no special 7 day
schedule of
programming arranged
by Discovery

silly humans,
every single week
that I breathe
is
my week






(c) Paul LaTorre 2010