Fishing’s End Longliner Alec Connah Ten thousand tinsel teeth flash nylon smiles Girdling the globe—cat’s cradle o’ rats tales Teasing the terminal—festooned and falling foul Draw swordfish, turn turtle, and set sales Wanderers drown in dollars— Protein pirouettes, a dance in the depths Soldered forms and ladles in waiting Net profit, titanic, myopic Sounding out shadows—winching on sushi Hawser cocoons the procession Spools out, schools out—ad nauseam  Hunters hung caught—steal the show Another doomed queue rounds the block Tearing a yawn from their silence Rictus embellished, the pressure sensitive Bequeath to us once more their void. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Alec Connah is a project officer working for his local council in Shropshire, U.K., promoting use and awareness of local public rights of way (public footpaths) via events and guided walks in urban and rural “green space.” In his spare time he is a freelance writer and photographer on environmental issues, wildlife, and travel. His story “Baywatch” appeared in the Estival 2006 issue of Sea Stories.
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