Friday, April 24, 2009

Fishy Graves Fill My Fingers



I am shaping fish cakes
turning the lives of fish,
into paste.
And All I can think of,
is what an outrage it would be
if somebody
turned me
into paste.
How many tears there would be
And how salty is the sea
as salty as their sadness
Im sorry fish,
Residents of the sea.

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