When she crawled out dripping
Wet from the primordial slime and bared sharp
Beckoning phosphorescent teeth,
Those who went gaga moonstruck
On the strand moved ever closer,
Took the plunge and grunted
They had never before been
Blinded, sucked in by a more wondrous sight.
The others stranded in the forlorn hinterland
Had to make do with a less fortuitous fate—
Such light as they bathed in was toothless,
A gaping black hole appearing eons too late.
