Fishy Goings On... Brazilian Rainforest Poem by karen sinclair

The fishermen wove intricate tales
Whilst grasping one dinosaur specimen
Rows of razor teeth wrenched ajar
The fishermen exhibit their bites now
The fisherman's scar

(The Man) whose show it was, wet suited and booted
Clung nervously boat side
Reminded us poor veiwers who
Would never get a chance to swim with Piranahs (dead staring eyes)

In the mangroves of mystery
The warnings fishermen had expressed
That!

He should stay away from the darkness
And not stay still to long
As those divil fish would be circling
And stealthily, would encroach head on

Sweating pulling mask over darting eyes
He took a final fresh breath
Ungainly was his entrance into Hells
Green swallow water depth

His lights searched
As shy Pirananas lurched. Hiding

The only successful predators I witnessed
Was boasting fishermen clutching
One dead fish....