Death Be Now Proud:
A Highly Articulated Shrimp as Gem
The lighting strikes, extreme in angle, from
Above and glints from it a glory, gold
And glowing. It’s as if it is a-hum
With lustres of the richest hue and bold
In purest warmth. The sandstone it is trapped
In is a calmer color, almost cool
Like air in summer that is gently sapped
Of heat by tranquil winds. The ancient pool
That acted as its scene of death is now
So long forgotten it is out of grasp
Of human minds. It is a mystery how
Such loveliness could come from ancient gasp.
So many hundred millions of stone years
Have passed that beauty now replaces fears.