To Fishermen

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.

Carol Frost
The Queen's Desertion
TriQuarterly Books /
Northwestern University Press

Copyright © 2006 by Carol Frost.
All rights reserved.
Reproduced by Poetry Daily with permission.

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