The Sea

We haul all on our backs
and make barrels of our brains
packed with salt, fish, and sea.

No longer traveling in lines
from here to there,
maybe passing by,
but pixelated and scattered like corn,
half-pecked by the time we see.

My grandmother gutted the herring,
and grandfather made the barrels
for the fish, the salt, and the sea.

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