fish, presented to the table
on a charred
wooden
board.
tail intact as well
as head
with flat doll like eyes,
staring glumly,
night black.
some clap
some oooh and aw.
how long ago it swam
in the sea,
we wonder,
flash frozen,
or fresh, or laid
out in ice behind
the butcher's glass
for weeks?
our aching bellies
late into the night
would like
to know.
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