Mating Scars (Isurus Metridium)

A bloodied rostrum and missing fins, teeth marks raked from gill to grin
From far away, it’s easily seen, the ordeal through which I had been
Specific gravity, taken it’s toll, fateful events left their holes
Teeth replaced from ones behind, nictating membranes hide swollen eyes
Uncanny, I sailed straight to thee, in tonic immobility
One drop in a million
Spiteful seas and sharper shores, I’d suffer all again
And navigate with magnetic pores, a thousand chance occurrences
Uncanny, I sailed straight to thee, in tonic immobility
One drop in a million
To migrate is to suffer
Like fleeting friends, thermoclines come and go
A family asunder, I cheers the deserters
An unfathomable reward, now breaths and grows