Disembowelled Poem by Jan Oskar Hansen

Disembowelled
Mackerel sky blue and light blue strips
perhaps it was the zebra of the sea swimming away in haste
I was gutting one
No big deal
I was learning to cook at the time
Inside the fish was a finger with a ring made of gold, but
I vomited, and the master- Cook took the ring.
The school is now a catering academy
Teaches the same as before
But academy sounds more learned
A cook is now a chef has got a diploma