A sound.
It was all that we’d need
And all that was found.
They heard it o’er three thousand miles
From where it seemed to be.
I hope they found the sound worthwhile
And recall knocking knees.
No skeleton to prove a death
Or sights to prove its mass;
No measuring to prove its breadth
Or eyes to prove it’d passed.
For monsters of that large a size,
Are not meant to be found
By corrupt mortal human eyes.
All we will need is sound.
A sound.
It was all that we’d need
And all that was found.
A sound down in the deep.
(Another experiment into poetry inspired by the story of the Bloop. Look it up here.)