Fight

she lay so prettily, so poetically
her long shapely arms touching
her airy wild bouquet of flowing hair

she rolled her rumpled body
over and over, flinging mad curses
at the sea for uprooting her

from the bed where she so often
entertained her rock-cod lovers
til saturday night she landed

in a frenzied fight with the likes
of a pacific stormer, who came to her room
ripped her from her bed, and tossed

her on this lonely beach, to rot
and dry and be attacked by
a thousand flies, this heap of kelp

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