To Fishermen
by Carol Frost

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

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