o gentlemen
swallow your prayers
because the wind makes a mockery of men
your soul becomes a fish
you swim in idle waters and drink other fishes piss
your soul feeds on fish
on piss, puss and men
who in turn, become as you have become,
a fish
no, not even that, but a symbol of a fish
hooked by the baby flesh of maggots
a ripple of life in tin
this tin could become your world too
so choose between this and water