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The Last Beats of a Shark’s Heart (poem, anecdote)

Noontime Nantucket waves, caught a three-foot shark.

Beat its head,

threw it on ice,

threw it in the dark.

Gutting that night found 6 formed fetuses.

Stomach held our lure and half a minnow.

A mother getting food.

Fillets ready with blood on our hands.

Dismembered mess revealed more.

A beating organ pumped almost nothing left.

I took her heart out, she finally gained her death.

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