Shark Crazy - A True Life Video Poem by patty Mooney
Channel: New & Unique Videos
Date: 2017-02-27

Shark Crazy

You and I hand-in-hand near Hervey Bay Marina, 
aluminum masts jangling in sweet salt air
when this guy closes in--stocky, sun-toasted, grizzle-
chinned, gets chatting about sharks.  A Great White 
chows on Aussies like Vegemite on toast. 
That grey shadow moves like a battering ram to 
shake loose a limb, wolf it back, gnash it down 
to chum.  In sea water blood seems black.  
"Oz" is one big spot of land circled by Great 
Whites, hammerheads, lemons, tigers, blues, 
and they linger at Hervey.  Vic pulls up 
his T-shirt to show the mark of a shark whose jaw 
caught the waist, a circle of 
gashes like Morse code.  
"That son-of-a-bitch got away with the taste of my blood in him.  
But I've killed plenty since to make up for it."  
Vic's going hunting at dusk, got room for two.  
I imagine leaning off the bow of his trawler, 
like the one Robert Shaw manned in Jaws. 
I think of the 20-foot White in formaldehyde 
at the shark museum. 
Vic points at a fourteen-foot skiff. 
Your eyes catch mine.

A video poem by San Diego video producer Patty Mooney of Crystal Pyramid Productions
https://sandiegovideoproduction.com