2007-09-12 - 8:00 p.m.
Cold but rough,
not slippery or slimey like i had imagined-
it feels like skin.
the bones slide beneath this strangely sacred skin.
i can sense its life leaving-
leaking out the broken gills.
Listless eyes stare into my own
as i slit the skin.
Accusing, angry, unmoving eyes...
"Just rip off the head-
boy, you have a flexible fish"
Yes.
a flexible fish fighting for its dignity.
