POEM

To Fishermen

by Carol Frost

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.

This poem originally appeared in the March 2005 issue of Poetry.

March 2005 issue of Poetry Magazine

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