It's Fish Poem by delilah contrapunctal.... yes, that's how I intended to spell it.........

or cut bait
which of the travesties to mourn
to choose, carefully, when
and where
the safest places for crying are captured, despite
their elusive through-the-fingers qualities
there is time, there is
but first to keen and to writhe
over the loss of the library at Alexandria
or can it be as washed silk
wrapped around an unsteady cenotaph
one that alternately chuckles and convulses, mouthing
generosity while hoarding the ink and paper