If I were God,
In ages past would I have dropped a lone
Cowrie in the middle of the sea.

Dredging begins in the last month.

Every fingerprint beneath it shall lie
Prostrate to inquest.

Let not my lone cowrie be fossilized,
Ground or be lost in whales' flukes,

Or crested waves shall at noon rape the sea.

So shall I do if I were God.