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Jonah's Wife Explains


 
The beached whale of him,
his rotten carcass,
ribs like the pillars of Hercules,
inside, a dark city, fetid, crawling
with sweaty maggots.
You were swallowed up,
vanished from my life,
I took another to my bed:
our children needed a father,
our table needed food,
no fsh; grapes, olives, pomegranates;
we raised a family.
In the end it took a village
to bring you back,
you and all your new friends,
their blank reflective eyes,
scaling our fences,
frightening the livestock,
can you blame us?
You were good eating:
salted, you lasted the whole winter,
I saved your teeth in a jar,
in case I need fshermen,
instead of farmers.



From Metastable Systems, my most recent solo book


https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/760901