One last breath, and then the giant lunges
forward, its spine arched like a tremulous
spring, flinging free from the water its tail,
then drops straight down into its element
Like a projectile over Hiroshima.
Across the crescent of its heavy tail
the waters stream in a cascade of white,
blue, silver, black, a thunderstorm unleashed
at the aqueous surface of the earth
Fallout from an apocalyptic cloud.
One thousand, two thousand, three thousand feet
into the depths, driving before its wake
a ponderous shockwave, billowing fire
Engulfing whole the deep crustacean dark.