At dusk, as I urged the fish to bite
I remember the lake light shining
like a disk as I fished for perch or pike
at dusk, as I urged the fish to bite,
bite a spoonful of shimmering bait.
I remember bats flitting and circling
like the insects, they longed to catch
and ripples left by fish that were no match
I remember Father's blunt roll-call home!
The boathouse, a sarcophagus
with its two-well-rotten doors
gaping open like malnourished jaws
awaiting Death's ferryman back,
back to those perpetual, keepnet-shores.
I remember the rolling fog rising
about the gnarled chestnut trees
billowing out into brackish red reeds
and a slice of scaly moon leaping:
That frantic-fish pulling line from my spool.
I remember the lake light shining
in the scales of a real living ghoul
plucked out of the water, fighting
a fish - that wasn't one bit preschool.
Like a fish
Like a fish
Like a fish, Lord,
Like a fish, devour me.
Like a fish, consume me.
Like a fish, salt-dried, soak me.
Like a fish, smoke-hung, it hangs me.
Like a fish in a frying pan, fry me, eat me.
Like a fish, I contain the minions of the ocean sea.
Like a fish, the mermen and the mermaids all know me.
Like a fish, let me spawn in a riverbed.
Like a fish, let me catch the waves.
Like a fish, let me leap and play.
Like a fish, let me swim upriver.
Like a fish, let me spool away.
Like a fish, let me drown.
Like a fish, let me be.
Fish food for thee
Succour for you
Like a fish, Lord,
Like a fish
Kingfisher
What if God were a kingfisher?
If you and I were fish, would you hide?
Would you play hide and seek?
Since I have welcomed death,
Of death, I have no fear.
So, I welcome the kingfisher of souls.
To snap me up when my time is near
Sure enough, I shall not fight.
Struggle as he holds me midair in flight.
Fish gills shut tight; let mouths be opened.
Let every fish-scale suit of armour fall.
When it's time to answer his inanimate call.
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