Poem 3 By Brian Parramore
Flashed all their forelimbs bare.
Flashed as they turned in air.
Stroking through the gators there.
Charging a swarming school,
while all the World wondered.
Plunged in the frothy choke.
Gator bones and teeth lay broke.
Pi-ranner and lamprey
reeled from the freestyle stroke.
Shattered and sundered