If we could be brought to the surface <br />like a gleaming fish and served for supper, <br />if we could eat and swallow our own life <br />to make a good meal, if we could go fishing <br />for ourselves and feed on the gleaming <br />swimmer below the surface of our skin- <br />the fish that is our slippery life <br />and death.<br /><br />David Ignatow<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/if-we-could-be-brought/
