Under the turgid waves of disturbed sea,
Where furlongs of water keep all secrets
Of his body's breadth, the color of his
Eye? Lurking below the great wash concealed,
Monstrous as the horizon, there he lies
The unassailable beast. His father
Was born beofre all the cities of man,
Before God name the destinies of Creation.
The father of whales swung its unevolved
Flipper, then a paw, into the ocean
A billion years ago. A wolf-like thing,
It fled the shores back into the cradle
Of life. It grew strong on a diet
Of shadowy morsels, shed those vestments
That have no use in watery environs
In favor of size beyond all its foes.
Since timid men went forth from their tiny
Islands of land, they started drawing maps
Of their routes and conquests. And on the sides
Beyond the known was him, Leviathan.
They knew his tail, it the very weapon
Of Poseidon. And they knew, too,
His sad song that trembled the seas
With impunity. He invaded their dreams.
And so, man killed the huge frontiers. There's not
A new thing left to see except to be
Where others fear to leave their lives behind
And make fore the unplunged waters to look
For monsters in the deep. Who knos how far
Men never made for diving must go down
Beneath layers of their known and search for
Searching. Beware the dangers of whale-songs.
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