Beneath the rippling waves
There lies an island submerged
One of wonder, and majestic
It sails slowly beneath the sea
Going about so gregariously
A presentation apprehensive
To those estranged by size
Silently stalking, filter feeding
They must float freely about
Untethered by captive netting
Harbored in its shoals, sailors
Abiding by its drifting currents
An island of remora and a host
Feasting upon life forces near
Amid an open sea featureless
Full of plankton, soup of the sea
Marokintana, with so many stars
They shine over three ridges
With a grey terrain, girth pale
Aged, whiskered, and toothed
They gather in May, procreating
Mysterious, massive, and docile
Entering a trance when grazed
By divers beneath an open mouth
Its column like the rings of trees
Speak of its age at journey's end
A trek often left unwitnessed
In the wanderings of a whale shark