POEM
To Fishermen
Carol FrostNo 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.
Source: Poetry (March 2005).
This poem originally appeared in the March 2005 issue of Poetry.
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