The Fish, as Least, Proved to Have Had a Purpose

The gutted fish floats in a
Bucket, vacant eye affixed
To mine, its face not showing
Pain or anger, just surprise.
It swam today among the rocks,
Beneath the rapids, as it had.
A hapless insect came in sight.
The fish lurched toward it.
Suddenly, a pain, a pull,
Removal from its world,
And, shortly after, death,
And, after that, destruction
And consumption, life
Destroyed for life. I speak
Into the fish's eye, and
Beg its pardon. Then I
Note I soon may choose
To gut myself, and die,
But for no life.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2015-11-10 at 00:25

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