The Fisherman

Action bleeds to stillness — circles within circles die their slow
Untimely deaths. The Destroyer crouches in the bleached wood bones;
His eyes dividing and dividing in the broken surface of the water
As the courtship ends in an instant’s reckless flight.
His hands are steady as the blade beheads his prey.

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