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.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
and that's a strange thing to say Donall, wanting your flesh to be eaten up by fish when I could think of far better ways to make good use of it....no not that....put your ego away....I was thinking of kidney transplants, heart, eyes etc., liver perhaps...instead you've given it all away to some passing, big fat whale! tch tch! ; o))))) Ruthy lol