Last night I dreamt that I angered a shark so greatly
that it willingly threw itself onto the beach:
sacrificing its life for a chance to bite me.
It thrashed and bit until there it lied;
stone-cold; still; and beady-eyed.
I decided to take a picture,
before it was swept away by the tide.
(I only realised it was a dream
when I noticed my phone had died).
