by Joseph Aaron Friedman

Created on: December 20, 2010

Fish on Friday

Rotting sea bass on the beach

Do the gulls find you enticing?

Sprawled along the sugar sand

Spurning the filthy water from the Gulf

…did it spit you out?

Or, did you think the palm trees offered refuge?

To your species, you’re a coward.

As you bask upon a shore,

You poison blameless birds

That seek out substance from

Your noxious carcass… unsuspecting.

And that what prey on them shall pass away as well!

Had you fulfilled your term of days

Or seen them shortened while ensnared

You might have served a greater purpose.

For those who soil your terrain,

Had you forfeited yourself to them

…they instead, should be left rotting on the shore.

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