23 May 2010

Magpie Tales #15...Brass Fish


brass fish can't flap
can't fight for breath
amalgamated flesh and zinc
copper gills and fins

but still cruelty follows
where fish are slaughtered

even brass laid out in moulds
has blood stains and scales
and scales can not weigh life
or death, even brass fish
deserve to be free

12 comments:

Paul C said...

Powerful metaphor here about the reach of our consumer values. Well done.

kathew said...

ouch-well done!

Tumblewords: said...

Strong piece. Amazing take on the prompt. I love it.

joanny said...

Powerful and gripping a well written poem there --- makes one stop and think about what we are doing.

Joanny

willow said...

Cold and striking, like metal. Thought provoking piece.

Brian Miller said...

very nice magpie...in our own pursuit of freedom we take it from that which we consume...

Lena said...

Respectfully said. To swim in a zinc sea....

Joan Tucker said...

yes v ery powerful

chiccoreal said...

Dear A.T: Love your wisdom here. A poem which gives credence to the value in the spirit of the, in and of; things. The value of which is unspoken mostly, but just as valued as real. A lesson here!

Suz said...

I guess I ask why?
Got me thinking about what you intended...
For me..lucky fish.. made of metal
it is still only metal
I guess I over thought this one
but you got me thinking!!!

Queenmothermamaw said...

I spent too much time thinking about this but ended up with something simple. Great job.
QMM

Mama Zen said...

Love the play on words with scales!