Sharks
They do what they do.
If you fling a ballast of blood and meat
they will circle, breaching the surface
in a pursuit of existence.
But I threw nothing out that I know of.
And yet you surrounded me, grinning
like a shark would -- feasting on
what Darwin himself would never
attribute to a survival of the fittest.
-- © Ciprianowords, Inc. 2011 --
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