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The Shark
(1956 - / United Kingdom)

The Shark

We heard the creaking clutch of the crank
as they drew it up by cable and wheel
and hung it sleek as a hull from the roof.

Grennan jammed open the great jaws
and we saw how the upper jaw hung from
the skull. We flinched at the stench of blood

that dripped on the fishhouse floor, and
even Davey—when Grennan reached in
past the scowl and the steel prop for the

stump—just about passed out. The limb's
skin had already blanched, a sight none
of us could stomach, and we retched

though Grennan, cool, began cutting off
the flesh in knots, slashing off the flesh
in strips; and then Davey, flensing and

flanching, opened up the stomach and
the steaming bowels. Gulls circled like
ghouls. Still they taunt us with their cries

and our hearts still burn inside us when
we remember, how Grennan with a tool
took out what was left of the child.

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Our hearts still burn inside us! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.