The hooked ends of their black basking 

Wings and yellow beaks as they brave

The spray, upright on standing sea-stained

Rocks, point at their prey, their desire’s 

Fixation, swimming in shoals below,

But those that grip the rim of the fisherman’s

Craft are turned to an articulate end.

First published in The Cannon’s Mouth, 2016.

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