Start with a random scene,
two anthropomorphised basking sharks fencing
over a ravine, for example,
fireworks bursting round their sleek gills
as they thrust, feint
(you can imagine a tightrope beneath them, and then
a mile or so of wet air
down to a jungle floor - perhaps they have legs,
perhaps they balance on deft tails,
your choice)
and one is the goodie, her face is scarred,
a topaz set in the left eye socket,
the baddie, moustachioed,
a rose in his lapel,
(yes, he wears clothes - the dapper scoundrel!)
and everywhere
the smell of blood.
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