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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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