I think that I would
like to be
a meal for every
passing fish
this useless
carcass at last
of some use
to some other creature
other than me.
A dish
fit for a fish!
Eat up!
(little fishes)
eat up!
My skeleton
begins to grin
as I wipe a pearl
from my eye
wondering yet
again
what was it like
being human
for ever the sea
whispering rich & strange
rich
&
strange.
Dónall Dempsey
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/papillions-noir/
