Deep in water a gash-toothed shark

rips my muscled body in two

as I watch fading into death,

liquid smoke of my own screams

rusty red garlanding all around me.

I see each word 

sticky and reddish:

hemoglobin grammar.

In the sky above the sea

a gull imagines the world--

and us below, the gull's people,

discussing free will and Waldon Pond.

A hermit crab dashes on the rocks.

In beaks the writhing gobbits gleam.

Flesh become word.