Tuesday, March 11, 2014

"The Port" by James Bratton

tall-mastered trawlers swarm with
leathery scaly wags gathered to hunt
the great blue-backed lobster
they leave the rocky coast behind
and travel to the salty waves

their backs are burdened with wool sweaters
and their own yellow shells
their senses with nauseous scents
that no longer register with the hardened hands
their faces with scars of storms past
and prickly grey beards
their minds with lives lost
and forgotten friends

they turn their backs to the shore

their faces to the winds

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