So much hungry grasping

sharks, sailboats, seaweed,

blubbery whales,

the raw delicacy of an unwary male–

You’ve no patience for eggs or mating.

Running limbs over the universe,

unraveling it with your tender touch

ready at a moment to turn

violent, to haul the world

into your hidden beak-mouth.

Humans quail at the shore

shoving squirming sacrifices

into your depths,

hoping in vain to fill the unfillable

black hole at the heart of creation

Nothing appeases your relentless tentacles.