Bull Sharks and Pliocene Dreams
In river tombs, patrolled by bull shark sentries,
sifting through the heartbeat of centuries
for fossilized teeth of terrifying behemoths
who never laid eyes on the many faces of man
would have devoured him if given the chance
a mineralized tooth and *****sapien hand
meeting where oceans and rivers dance
in the silt of Pliocene dreams.
Copyright © Anthony Biaanco | Year Posted 2019
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