Message of the Gull
Tangled in hooks and fishing line
the fisheries have thinned
waves coated in mercury.
The flotilla moved inland
away from mercury storms,
from freedom flyers to beggars
on an asphalt sea
screaming
fries- fries- fries!
Copyright © Anthony Biaanco | Year Posted 2019
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