Ode to a Large Tuna in the Market
grapes,
only you had survived,
purposeful form
from the abyss,
I saw you,
windmilling
seed
projectile,
armed
of seaquakes,
Among the market greens,
yours
amid the fragile greens
the bew九九藏書ildering rout
flight
fin and prow black and oiled,
ocean
olive, oily fish.
dark bullet
reborn,
a bullet
you were
depths,
marine
yet
to deepest night.
carrots,
winged fins
dart o九*九*藏*書f the sea,
but
a deceased king
of the ocean
machine:
I saw you dead,
green
the one and only
as if you were still
only dead remains,
witness
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mangled
were lettuces,
of my own ocean,
pure
amid
shadow,
a swimming
All around you
unfathomable
the waters of death.
a solitary ship,
dead.
in the swift
assault, silver
was the onl九_九_藏_書y
from the ocean
now
a pitch-black, varnished
submarine fir,
sea foam
the abyss,
at one tip,
Pablo Neruda
truth,
the vessel of the wind,
shadow, the
Only you, well-aimed
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of nature;
of the sea,
a mourning arrow,
at anchor in the current,
in all the market
Ode to a Large Tuna in the Market
of the earth,
of the unknown,
the
depths
of
of the