Figure E9 FUMAROLE
Long ere upper ocean was alive
Hidden from the light of Earth’s first day
Along a ridge volcanic, creatures thrive
Far from Sol’s photosynthetic sway.
Mats of microbes feast on boiling clay,
Great tube-worms sport their bloody plumage well,
And here a squamous winkle makes its way
With scaly foot and iron sulphide shell,
A heavy metal snail, a mollusc fit for HELL.