David Ignatow

(7 February 1914 - 17 November 1997 / Brooklyn/ New York)

If We Could Be Brought - Poem by David Ignatow

If we could be brought to the surface
like a gleaming fish and served for supper,
if we could eat and swallow our own life
to make a good meal, if we could go fishing
for ourselves and feed on the gleaming
swimmer below the surface of our skin-
the fish that is our slippery life
and death.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, March 14, 2012

Poem Edited: Wednesday, March 14, 2012

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