Should a biologist be lost
in untracked wilderness, the cost
might be more palatable when
she found a beast that other men
and women hadn’t seen before:
she’d get the credit, and what’s more,
it would be named for her as well,
should she record her findings. Swell
as documenting her great find
in journals she would leave behind,
posterity could also learn
another feature that, in turn,
she mightn’t think the creature’s worst,
considering she’d met it first—
had any notes so ably writ
been found; they’d been consumed by it.
The pages must’ve tasted great,
were they all that the creature ate,
but after her, they were dessert.
Hope getting eaten didn’t hurt.