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The twins were amazing,Author's Notes
Taryo decided as she watched them work.
She directed her two sturdy schoolboys
to carry her back and forth in her sling-chair,
angling for the best view as the twins worked.
The woman, Efrel, was a saltwater biologist like herself;
the man, Elerf, was an engineer.
Together they installed the new attraction
in the Hall of Monsters, a vast contraption
of glass and gaskets, pipes and steam and seawater.
An aquarium the size of a carriage
held a unicorn jelly as long as a man's arm,
translucent as fluid, beautiful and dangerous as a dream.
A huge huffing engine surrounded the aquarium
on three sides, maintaining the deepwater pressure
and the temperature and the chemistry.
It was a tremendous accomplishment
to bring up a living creature from deep water
and keep it alive for display and study.
The Museum of Mortality rightfully boasted
about the acquisition which would draw
more tourists and scientists from the mainland.
If they could do this,
then they could learn how
to capture and examine sea monsters,
such as the jellyriggers, larger and more dire
cousins of the unicorn jelly.
Taryo's fingers traced wide river-delta of scars
along her ravaged legs, the marks of a trapjaw's teeth.
She watched the unicorn jelly drift back and forth,
at peace in its crystal prison. In time, the sea's creatures
would give up their secrets to those who watched.
This poem is the freebie for the May 2013 Muse Fusion.