Poetry’s truth

All the while boats probe sea
For bodies, live bodies of fish
They eat to get bodies going.

Poetic truth lies in sea’s myth.
The poet enters   sea’s mouth
To come out with a half-truth

Like the squishy half-formed
Pearl lying dead in an oyster
For crow to pick up to its sky.

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