In the beige-walled empty room at dawn-
shirtless, he kicked through sheets,
clear maize crops, green watersheds, ate
Kenana the brother off Christ's roasting fish..
In a bay off heat and he was a chrome
crayfisherman, sun over the risen headland,
shadows on the sea floor, quick
eyes of the white whale, swimming,
and a glittering crayfisherman.. mute,
kissing among the strange faces off the reef
with flickering skin..
Christ! /
Willy kicking for the bright boat bottom..
the whale veers & the boat bursts
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