Posted: August 31, 2019 in Poemas

I’m going to fish her for you
And place her in your mouth.
Knee-deep in the river, fishing rod in one hand,
Firmly stepping on the mud, undisturbed by the stream,
I will stand like a dead tree, eyes like a hawk, waiting,
Waiting for her to be drawn to the bait like scrap to a magnet,
Like silence to desolation, like a magician to illusion.
I will fish her for you, and place her slowly in your mouth,
And watch you devour her, piece by piece,
And then throw her back into the world,
Renewed and reborn, released and reshaped,
Swimming back into the river, a water creature
Forever floating in the current.

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