Karcharias
Our predator
slips fluidly through
Poseidon's realm.
An artful dodger,
duplicitous, yet clearly dangerous.
As Icarus bathed in the Sun,
Phlebas the Phoenician saw
this reflection
of camouflage from the
torpedo's glare.
Oh! finally, those wax wings
are done!
Propelling forward, subtle
and rough
vision acute, although a
doll's eyes.
He spots his victim
Pendulous in a place where
clocks don't dare wander.
Icarus! Welcome home.
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