Fishmarket Poem by Neil Crawford

Fishmarket



The salty tang of death is all around,
denizens of the deep dragged from home
to the drowning air.

Flung onto ice, their black eyes stare
onto a browsing world
too hungry to care.

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Neil Crawford

Neil Crawford

CHESTER, ENGLAND.
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