a bullet
winged fins
depths,
projectile,
dead.
All around you
were lettuces,
sea foam
carrots,
grapes,
of the earth,
of the
unfathomable
I saw you,
windmilling
Among the market greens,
from the abyss,
witness
to deepest night.
of
only dead remains,
only you had survived,
olive, oily fish.
pure
reborn,
at anchor in the current,
of the ocean
in the swift
of the unknown,
the
marine
shadow,
in all the market
Ode to a Large Tuna in the Market
was the only
a deceased king
a swimming
green
ocean
submarine fir,
seed
now
yet
yours
of seaquakes,
amid
I saw you dead,
of nature;
amid the fragile greens
you were
a solitary ship,
armed
among the vegetables
as if you were still
fin and prow black and oiled,
but
machine:
purposeful form
the abyss,
ly you, well-aimed