Water Vulture
the fossil tooth
pricked a shatter of lost fish
which swam a desert of ghosts.
when i pulled it
from a mouth of sand and chalk,
where it clamped
onto a slauthtered scombrid,
it morphed into a talisman of squalicorax:
dark side of the shark mother,
a life-stealing womb.
i dug the buttery beige
of the crumbly waters,
risking fingers among the heat-gnaw,
prowling for hours
the ravaged sea-turned-stone
only to wonder
what sort of water vulture am i,
pecking amid the convolutions
to feast on carcasses without substance--
what taxonomy such a creature?
what home?
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