A Shark Tooth

Coming from the distraught, deep, dark water,
A body with a mouth of individual blades
Thrashing in the sea,
Lured by a single drop of blood, readying to attack

It’s a sharp sword,
A superb shining piece of slate
A brave wave of emotion,
A chunk of solid iron

It makes a rattling sound in its glass case,
Like two bottles clinking at a dinner table
On a soft, smooth, small blanket,
It lays quietly tamed in its home