Angel Shark, by Hailey Leithauser
Wan oxymoron of a fish, dotted
dun and fledge winged, mud-feathered when
it glides through silt, by nature bottom fed.
Whoever named it named himself a man
of undisputed Christian eye,
who saw in mortal depths a guardian
and humblest trumpeter. God tongue to cry,
it haunts an earth too dread for dread-
filled man til rapture calls: Arise and fly.
Just one possible choice. I could select any number of poems from
this list. This one has many of the qualities that float my boat: compression, layers, contrast, physicality, rhythm, rhyme.