From Nova Scota to Uruguay
and Portugal to Angola,
The Crevalle Jacks swim all day
In steams, bodies of draped
Luminosity as silver-green
As mackerel essence, eyes
Like pearls pierced into
The heads - each head a part
Of their broad bodies. In
Delphi, Apollo praised
Each Jack by silvery line
Across mid-body; now across
Mid-waist an prism sheen.
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