Seas of the Mysteceti

Pinned between rugged coasts,
the ocean sweeps crowds of streamlined Pinnipeds,
sea lions with ears, and fearless, earless seals,
through its cool gentle currents,
guided by the whirling vortex of
the Pacific Gyre, swirling the mass
of hydrogen and oxygen past Alaska and along the America’s,
housing a diverse brew of small creatures,
swept up into the tough keratin composite
known as baleen, strutting up from the bottom half
of the great mouth of the Mysteceti
who rules all,
being the largest and wise far beyond
all other manifestations,
even though the teeth infested
sharks cut through the waters as well, liquid beading
off of the tiny rows of placoid scales, with nerves and enamel,
just as a mammal has,
save that mammals lack the extension of enamel
all the way down the tooth, piercing through the sharks teeth,
and intestines, the sonar of the whales and dolphins
penetrate and return as an
informative echo,
attuned to the sharks as well as the slimy chordate
that follow them, lungfish choking and gagging
while bragging about their lifestyle to no
one in particular,
sensitive electrosensors tingling,
while the pressure of the surrounding
water shifts, the sharks make their way down into a shallow abyss,
where members of one of the two Monodontidae appear,
long hollow upper tooth first, sensing the pressure,
the response is startling, the marine reptiles have infiltrated the deep,
clouds of sea
turtles, iguana’s, snakes and crocodiles smiling
behind their clear eyelids, for the Cetaceans, blood
to the tongue and flippers undergoes the countercurrent
exchange, Rete mirabile, the warm heats the cold and the cool
chills the hot,
as the melon senses acoustics,
and the coastal creatures relax and wait for the upwelling to nurture them
and restore equilibrium, its been a long time since the Pacific overturned,
and a worried hush falls over the sluggish
body of water, whispering encouragements to all
who it may concern, eggs of the oviparous ebb and flow
unprotected, while oviviparous eggs remain in the stomach
of their mother until it comes time to hatch,
while still more envied babies hatch inside of the womb,
a viviparous shark whom is equipped to handle its enemies,
polyphyodont until its demise, an inherent tooth factory,
monopolizing the product, despite those with two sets who focus
on quality over quantity, at some point the ocean pressure
resembles the heterocercal tail of the sharks, providing the spark,
and at another point resembles a homocercal tail, motioning the deep to perfection.