Kâlâpettâi, 1746
Nearly dawn, the fisherfolk already at sea
Everything falls into something’s net
Following its nose, a jackal scents flesh,
situates corruption with urgent stealth
Carrion wetting its jawline— tendons, brooch,
buttons, poniard gashes and pus
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