She says she has nightmares about the killing,
then clubs a fluttering ghost of silver
until it no longer moves.
It is early morning, just before sunrise,
as she threads herself between the miles
of line coming up from the bottom.
The sky is still too dark to see beyond shapes,
so she uses her hands, and unthinking motion
when there is work.
She breastfed her first child in this black,
held it tightly to her chest, as she pulled a line
of humpback over the railing,
striking each one, quickly, without the light –
so the baby wouldn’t wake.
Copyright © 2004 Linda Schaible
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