malodor of foul potato
resurrects the scent
of fortunes and fables
in an awakening dawn
bait the hook alarm the
dead
only saints walk at this
time
only the glassy eyes of the
walleye carp
crappie or
muskellunge {ojibwe's
ugly pike} bellows
cast past the vast orifice of the bass
mouth or the sawed
snout of the northern
exhausted in solitude on
an eerie lake
5 hundred million years of life fated
says destiny
today captured
tomorrow sibilated
gaped
suspended
purify the teleost
cooked in lard and fried for dinner
29 March 2015
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