A deepsea fisherman when out of luck
Will lure even the youngest, blameless fish
And lay their flapping bodies down upon
The deck, their tender flesh, the slapping mouths,
The blood and then the damp and woodwork fouled
While unaware, and still oblivious
Beneath the boat the kinfolk float nearby.
August 2
Revised from Child Abuse, July 23
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