echolocating into ports of call, corpse-fed blueberries steeping in the tub of oil, saltcod lard mash sea-vapor in our cold noses.
sunk by a whale we become enfeebled and draw lots. first attempt by lashing and stabbing with shark vertebra cane leaves only red marks. strangulation with a strip of baleen leads to consumption of remains with a floating piece of weed. gnawing on bones lasts for subsequent weeks.
it is now possible to imagine centuries of hilltop whale yoga, shrouded in skinny anatomy, scrimshaw cutouts rolling downhill.