Vanitas with Baleine
Seven-foot swells, picador
wind jabs from the west
and horn toggles dangle
from your open navy
coat. Thumb the deckled edge
of a baleen plate, shaggy sable
marbled keratin washed up
because resurrectable krill
couldn’t tip the scales toward
song; reckon if whales circulate
with similar chill reverence
our chance teeth among themselves.