Note quite a single line, but a verse from Paul Kaplan's "Call Me The Whale" (c) 1984. Vivid image, to be sure.

Now you hunt me down in your factory ships
And you never even touch me with your hands
In the morning I am playing with my babies in the waves,
In the afternoon I'm packed into your cans, brave boys,
In the afternoon I'm packed into your cans.