Overhead a skeleton hangs on thin wires,
screws burrowing deeper under the slow added weight of dust.

The whale is all graceful curves and open spaces,
thin spires of bone widening to heavy but open jawlines
and the yawning heaving cage of ribs

the spine trailing away in a sweep
that ends just before anticipated.

The sperm whale alone carries a tower on his head,
still with the red hot pride of the hunt
in his old old bones. 

The End

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