Her insides, at least, were alive.
Her eye, so huge and so naked,
Looked at me. She could not move.
Her skin was very dry and cracked
Along the spine, from the sun. The groove
in which she lay held her tight
To the mud. Men and women from their houses
Came down to help and do what is right.
She had come in with the tide
During the night. Her long, toothy mouth
Hung open, and there was blood inside.
We rubbed her up and down with rags
Soaked in sea water. Someone
Brought several big black bags
of bonefish but she refused.
To prove she was alive, she blinked.
We looked at one another, and smiled.
We cared for her until the tide came in.