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
Powerful metaphor here about the reach of our consumer values. Well done.
ReplyDeleteouch-well done!
ReplyDeleteStrong piece. Amazing take on the prompt. I love it.
ReplyDeletePowerful and gripping a well written poem there --- makes one stop and think about what we are doing.
ReplyDeleteJoanny
Cold and striking, like metal. Thought provoking piece.
ReplyDeletevery nice magpie...in our own pursuit of freedom we take it from that which we consume...
ReplyDeleteRespectfully said. To swim in a zinc sea....
ReplyDeleteyes v ery powerful
ReplyDeleteDear 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!
ReplyDeleteI guess I ask why?
ReplyDeleteGot 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!!!
I spent too much time thinking about this but ended up with something simple. Great job.
ReplyDeleteQMM
Love the play on words with scales!
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