Inklings 2025

Ode to the Sleeping Iguana Lael Sanders ’26 You do not rise when I come near I regret to say that you’ll never rise again I stand still, yoked by disbelief and indecision Never did I believe that such a mighty creature would fall Resting eternally within the mangroves If the lion is king of the jungle, You are king of the shoreline Waves lap at the sand below Creeping towards your spindly tail I hope it takes you gently Drifting to a calm dead-end The water cradles all of us, and you are no different Flies hover near your eyes Crawling through the sargassum A soft sickbed For the longest sleep of your briefly wild life. Invasion I Lily Namias ’25 46