Shark
Human shark moving through life
forcing water through primitive gills.
I must keep moving forward,
it would be a disaster to stop
and consider the world's ills.
I'd choke on my part in them.
As long as I can keep moving,
no one can pin me down.
The eddies and whorls of my wake
toss lesser creatures around.
The pilot fish attached to me
struggle to hang on.
One sweep of my tail
propels me forward,
no need to consider
the chaos I've loosed behind.
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