the fish swam deep under seaweed
their gills sensed nothing new
unsatisfied they gaped and multiplied
near the shore under mossy rocks
a million guppies bathed in stale soup
the hot sun fermented
their thick yellowing spawn
tomorrow come the fattening of carps
the Sun dips down the horizon
then come a whale of words and rhyme
spineless crustaceans
swill them down at will
this is the law
this is mercy
big fish inhale the small
without a second thought
but the clever ones
a-live with fear
paddle past the wall of rocks