A great white ship, tall as a hospital,
floats on a sea of small, pointed faces
Eyes glint in the wake like foam
On deck, the crew wear laboratory coats,
read medical journals that talk of decades
of ethically acceptable moments,
each death a piece of jigsaw
the crew painstakingly assemble
The puzzle grows ever larger
The call goes out for more pieces
They haul aboard another bucket
of fur, like it’s water.
