Skilled in cult of kill
the mind of gull is terminal
gutty scads of cod torque
in gobs, clotting the annals
throat a guiro cricking
ratchet rust into cumulus
beak a hull or shoal-shovel
in squabble hubs on whitecap
gullet stoked with fishy slick,
gutta-percha mess in guano
splat, swivel pink straws
of legs in paddle slap-dance up
in nub of speak, diction clipped
to cark, churn and squall,
quell and krill keeled in High Gull:
the great the god the gone
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