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 bewreａｄ•9９csw.ｃoｍildering 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
dhttpｓ://ｒｅad•９９ｃｓw.cｏｍart of 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
unflawed, navigating
among 九九藏書the vegetables
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 t九_九_藏_書he only
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
bｒeａd•９9cｓｗ•ｃoｍut constantly
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