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  • tall-masted 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

    The Port by James Bratton

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