Los relatos de Maurice Sparks

I’m going to catch a fish for you
And place it 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 the fish to be drawn to the bait like scrap to a magnet,
Like silence to desolation, like a magician to illusion.
I will catch a fish for you, and place it slowly in your mouth,
And watch you devour it, piece by piece,
And then throw it back into the world,
Renewed and reborn, released and reshaped,
Swimming back into the river, a water creature
Forever floating in the current.