Nautilus

(for W. Evans Hoyle, with apologies to Allen Ginsberg)
I saw one of the best minds of his generation go on a
graphic voyage,
examining depicting drawing illustrating the most
exquisite of cephalopods,
dragging himself away from a life of medical anatomy to
skillfully dissect creatures of dark seas that live in
coiled shells,
who practised teuthology at every opportunity,
who indexed Sepiidae Gonatidae Sepiolidae Loliginidae
Pyroteuthis among others,
who described Trivia in splendid detail of seemingly little
consequence,
who brought head-foots and bobtails out of the shadows
into the light through the affection of the inkpot,
who portrayed Octopus marmoratus like Holbein’s
blackwork or Avercamp’s wintery scenes,
who wrote a lengthy Report on the Cephalopoda
collected by H.M.S. Challenger during 1873–1876,
who had some of his type specimen destroyed for others
to move theirs forward,
who created a library of books prints and reprints
monographs and obscurities,
and who was the first Director of the National Museum of
Wales and stayed for 16 years,
ah, Dr. Hoyle, your name will forever conjure up
impressions of the deep,
evoking associations of unchartered waters alive with
squid and cuttlefish,
your images have left me amazed and in wonder of
worlds unseen and shells untouched.