I love you as I love the Hatchetfish,
the Allmouth the Angler,
the Sawbelly and Wolf-eel,
the Stoplight Loosejaw, the FAngtooth;
all our sweet bathypelagic ones,
and especially those too terrible or sly
even for Latin names; who staple
their menfolk to the vagina's hide
like scorched purses, stiff with seed;
whom God built to trawl
endless cathedrals of darkness
their bland eyes gaping like sores;
who could choke down hunger itself,
had it pith and gristle enough;
who carry on their foreheads
the trembling light of the world.
John Glenday
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