Mystery.
Iron-hard the half-shell of a once sporty
sea-cavalier now finished and washed
beach-ward pulls at my heartstrings.
Open his predator claw as if still caught
in hunger\'s need and waiting to pinch
out life for crab does not release.
Weapon of death made in tendon form
tough and unbreakable the injured
limb hung by fused steel hinges.
Oh what mystery lies deep underneath
oceans which if but once understood
would revolutionise thinking.