3.25.2026

SEA HUNT

Photo: Robin Teng

So I’m doomscrolling on my phone, and guess what.
A great white shark in Bermuda made a meal

of another shark. A straight-up cannibal!
Ate the whole thing, too, and didn’t share. I mean

what a pig. Seriously, I can’t even.
That’s bad enough. But what about the widow?

Daddy’s gone to live on a nice fish farm, kids.
He’ll have lots and lots of room to swim around.

There were options, you know. Rowboats, sailboats, yachts,
cruise ships, kayaks, party boats—the smorgasbord

of the floating human world—not to mention
all the fishes in the deep blue sea. I’m done.

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