Revelation of the Porpoise

It was literally raining fish of all descriptions—sharks, tuna, porpoises!
—James R. Smallen, on a hydrogen bomb test and the ensuing tidal wave
in the Pacific Proving Grounds, Enewetak Atoll

O! Allsound, inrush, rip-sweep, erupting—
I lost the count—blazestar music hurling
Bone-birthed fear, bright-burst bounty, allwater
All breaching all. The Moon of the Moon, Mystery. . . .