#Poem trawler

I was taken out at night with the trawler fishermen
and we dragged up from the ocean bed
a net-full of less-familiar lifeforms
– not fit for your plate or market

The men were kind to me
like locals are to tourists
because much of the detail of the catch
didn’t register
just the big, gelatinous and colourful

Years later, I’m sat on the seashore
throwing pebbles

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