Man-Eater
A great sight, a flock of flying fishes,
hunted by dolphins, sailing through
the air, almost like birds, side fins
outspread soaring, alas, they landed
on the deck of my ship;
fried they taste as mackerel which
I don’t like since I found an oxidised
wedding ring in the belly of a giant
nasty looking mackerel bought at
a fishmonger’s in Bergen. (Norway)
(flock since they flew like birds)
AucklandPoetry.com presents Poet Resident JAN OSKAR HANSEN on http://OSKAR.AUCKLANDPOETRY.COM
Monday, February 16, 2009
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