Local fishermen in red and yellow dhows
unload freshly caught swordfish
onto the beach at Tofo village.
The eldest uses a saw—dull, blunt blade
—to portion the fish into steaks, for profit.
The head is left severed on the hot sand;
the long sword-nose, once menacing,
useless in this new air-world, and the eyes
open, big and dark, stare empty into the sky.
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