The pale catch

They'll had mute shoals,
Flinching here and there,
For mottled skin
For parting
For pinkish flesh.

Another mouth,
Freshly wet,
For lazy fingers
And brownish thumbs
Rendered agape agape.

And the catchers
And the captains
And the customs
And the cousins
Rendered agape agape.
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© R Frank Wilson