Length — 50 Ft.; Skin Colour — Silver Poem by John Beaton

A mile down and fifty feet in length
the scale-less, silver body does not flex;
it filters plankton, gliding through shipwrecks
in ocean trenches, not by lateral strength,
but by a rippling wave that runs from head
to tail along a cardinal-red fin,
then starts to rise. It journeys up to win
one glimpse of light then beaches itself, dead.

Sea-serpents of the past, Leviathanic,
were likely giant oarfish, surface-skimming,
their heads like Chinese dragons', sighted swimming
by sailors on the grog and prone to panic.
When watchmen search for threats on lookout duty
they manufacture myths and monster beauty.