A guilty hope, a lousy despair.
What could have been a whale
being caught in a muddy trail
I bear the harpoon, I bear the wreath
Waiting for the fatal strike,
splattering blood,
gathering spoils of priceless meat.
Only it had been all along
a puffer poisoned,
pretending woe.
It hardly had been worth at all
To kill the wiggly finny foe…
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Monami Mukherjee is an educator and lifelong student of English literature. She studied at Lady Brabourne College and the University of Calcutta, where she completed her MPhil, and has 21+ years of teaching experience. Her interests include Feminism, Post-colonialism and Modernism, and through NibblePop and its YouTube channel she breaks complex texts down into simple, relatable ideas. Read more
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