Every whiplike jellyfish
leg flickers like fluorescent angel hair pasta. Or an
electron’s courting waltz traced in particle
colliders. Or the flecks of dirt
that fly off motocross vehicles at speeds
rapid enough to make them look like stars
in the Millenium Falcon’s rearview mirror.
Carnal fear of nematodes and Nemos alike, Medusozoa
invites homely armored knights
to the afterlife—who, like Prometheus,
yearn to be mythic.