I made grown men quake,
far from home and at the mercy
of the deep blue unknown.
Today their descendants sip lattes,
waxing their mustaches
as they tenderize my tentacles.
Megafauna made micro
to blend into a background.
The background is moving to the fore
and my domain sips away at theirs -
another thing they tried to sanitize, then forget,
until it was part of the wallpaper.
“Release the kraken,” they say.
Release me –
and then I’ll remind you
what happens when things you try to forget
Song Choice: Children of the Sea by Black Sabbath
This poem was inspired by a prompt given at Imaginary Gardens With Real Toads, Fashion Me Your Words - To A Megafauna