Figure D13 ANOMALOCARIS
Eastward to a warmer, shallow sea,
The womb of Nature: in its sunny brine
Greet multicellular perplexity.
This slug with hackles like a porcupine;
That wormy mass of tentacle and spine;
And, greatest of them all, a swimming PRAWN,
Its mouthparts iris’d open as to dine:
“Ye latter creatures, look on us and mourn.
For each shape that survived, a thousand more were born.”