I caught this fish.
Glimmering, Silver Soldier
Of the Sea.
And laid it by my side.
Ripped the hook
From it's nose.
The tear of raw flesh
And a spill of blood.
It fell to the ground,
Writhing in heartbreak
And in pain.
Inching back to the sea.
But my claws clenched,
The undented armour,
Crushing bones, bruising skin,
Indifferent to the agony.
I smashed it's head
Against a rock.
A dull thud.
A dead fish.
Years later I walked
Down to the pier,
To see the slaughter,
Once again.
Cringing at the sound
Of that all too familiar thump.
Silver blades
seeking silver scales.
Motionless, Motionless
