“Come 'n see ‘em Come 'n see ‘em” Comes a shout made Whispered by years. Weaseled through shoulders as I do, to meet an Equilibrium. “See wot I caught boys” From deepest London, “great dark sea boys.” Curiosity baited and displayed. come see a show of inversion.
Now, my monsters. We are more than fascinated by all their fingers and their unwritten skin. Clean-shaven faces cleared of rings and pins there are no chain links in their ears. We palm read faces here lifeline scars and portholes like a moonscape hung with silvers creased by the visiting sun and those pink fleshy penholders never received any Iodine.
So they lie, just like sardines in line, below water-jars. Naturally packaged, for you in business suits of scales. Stops at the neck where the knife comes in as a sweet partition where the eyes are set. Above the hook so they can’t even see it. Look, look, at the consumables
How disappointing. They lose the beauty of their shoals. One jigsaw piece, I’ve seen before which gasps and gasps. Poured on the rocks As we look down on the equilibrium. They look up at our differences.