Sharks
The weaker tenants of the main
Flee from their rage in vain,
The vast menhaden multitudes
They massacre o'er the flood;
With lashing tail, with snapping teeth
They stain the tides with blood.
I'm Jealous of this poem, Why? Because it takes something so simple, and just a random object. And gets so in depth with description. It is so short, but straight to the piont. Also the word choice is different, but not confusing.
They massacre o'er the flood
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