I went for a walk today <br />river glimmering lights, <br />winds whispering, brushing by <br />It was such a nice day <br /> <br />I walked along the concrete edge <br />between the land and water <br />it was such a feeling <br />so great, so calm, I love. <br /> <br />There were little somethings <br />in my would-be path <br />and at first I could not see <br />for what they really were. <br /> <br />And not so far away, there, <br />a family of four, fishing, laughing, having fun, <br />they had my perfect day. <br />They were so near, so close, but oh, so unaware. <br /> <br />It was a massacre <br />of blowfish big and small, <br />hooked up by a flashing curve, <br />of cold, cold steel. <br /> <br />There was a crack between two slabs <br />crammed with half dead fish <br />I glanced away when i saw <br />the little lungs heave, painfully <br />for I could not get to them <br /> <br />Touched every one that I could reach <br />to see if they could live <br />and some when back in water <br />fled right away <br /> <br />but some drifted, waiting for, <br />their sun dried skin to soak <br />and some, waited for their death <br />white bellies stark white. <br /> <br />I remember there was a ditch, <br />with dirt, rubbish, and fish <br />have you ever seen a hole <br />filling up with dead? <br /> <br />And some were obviously gone <br />stuck right on the slab <br />I cringe to think what they had fared <br />in the salty wind and sun <br /> <br />My fingers, hands got slimy, slick, <br />as I kneeled on the ground <br />and I thank god it was not blood <br />that covered them. <br /> <br />I fear the casualness for it must have been <br />a leisurely entertainment <br />and for that, carelessly flung away <br />47 lives<br /><br />Charmaine Sinclair<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/please-don-t-kill-the-blowfish/
