Not Entire Unto Himself

I am

a volcanic isle
quiet,
civilised,
smouldering,

a whale, gentle, sensitive,
singing and calling,

a shark that has scented flesh
shark shot
like an arrow

a shark lusting
a whale crying
an isle erupting
in an ocean of indifference.

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