SEAL CULL


Nothing to be seen in this clear white
Mist, but a man with a club thatīs 
Clenched in his fist. Looking down at
Me one swing to cull, it doesnīt take
Much to smash my skull. Then parted 
From my skin my bones lay bare,
Across the sea does nobody care?
Except the woman in a shop who
Favours my fur. But cant she see it
Looks better on me than it does on her

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