The sharks smell blood. And, so, they circle round and round, as sharks will do.
“It’s God who’s doing this!” they say. “It’s God’s
punishment and we, the righteous, shall devour him and kill him good! Cancel
him! Never let his name be spoken in this place again! It’s God exposing him;
it’s God whose meting out the punishment, not us!”
Watch them churn the water—biting, chomping, swallowing—till
there is nothing left of the poor soul but a tiny spot of blood. "Our work is done," they say. "He will never rise again," and off they swim with bellies full of self-righteousness and eyes bulging from their meal….and a wide smile of satisfaction
on their faces.
Artwork: shark circling, unknown
