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Jul 2014
Last night
I heard the tap and hum
of haddock mating in the deep.
They dive,
it seems, to distant depths
as if the atmospheric weight
could tense
their roe to spasm forth
and in the sport of lowly spawn
they beat
the rattle of a drum
as baritone cicadas might.
In lust,
with rhythms from the flesh,
they thread the needled cloth of night
Chris Weallans
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Chris Weallans  London
(London)   
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   Pamela Rae, vamsi sai mohan, ---, --- and r
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