![]() To Fishermen
No more savage art: filleting: a deft pressure along the backbone from tail fan to the red gills: fighting mystery with a honed blade through the small bones: salt and scales on face and hands:: the Greek God, as well, found flesh unmysterious, but in anger and disappointment:— seagull cries, your music, are all about you: Apollonian but hungrier: nature is hungry:: the brave fish dies the birds swoop for the insides in no lovelier spirals. From Volume 185, Number 6, March 2005 Copyright © The Poetry Foundation |