talcum powder

talcum powder is no match for this pungent fish
I muse, soap splashing back into the dish
beneath the rim careful unguent-mashing
copes bravely with a catch of Admirals dashing
into mews which swish with eddying tides
the crevice forlornly tries to hide
to save her portal from white seas' hack
steadfastly keeping winging mortals back
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