east coast breeze
a North Sea
tides in seaweed
rolls humps of water
the boats appear as silhouettes
bob towards a harbour
where knives await
the gutting
fishmongers watch
a swell move
men with crates
rolled up nets
contain secrets found
at the bottom
where ruins become homes
once owned
by the departed
is where treasure
feeds on algae
until bait
becomes a master
who pier…
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