Catch them like drops on the wind
Like birds flapping fins
Soft clouds falling down
One piece at a time
To the upturned mouths
See them like gasping for air
Hungry burdens to bear
Salty gills on the mend
Just a piece of the time
To the cold blood kin
Get a lot of motion upstream
when it's always down cheeks
Scales shiny not strong
Like gold keeping time
For the prize to be and being it too long
Find them on walls and on poles
In hearts but not homes
Life is always deep blue
A horizon line splits old and new
Catch, release, cajole, and queue
Picking hard bones out of stones
Calling "clones" at they folks
Mad at sameness defense
A half eaten soul makes a long life
But it's what we designed to make sense
Close gray eyes at a wave
Line sinking for days
A reflection to speak
An empty stomach doesn't care about time
How hungry we must be
Voids have to be closed, not filled
The reliance on our ills
Burn beauty at the stake
Give a man a void and he will kill for a lifetime
Pray
Swallowed in the fins and the fakes
Line still sinking for days
Into skin 'stead of wind
When the hook hits the heart
and to kill is to live
It’s the fisher’s own end
You can replace smiles with salt
But the fish…
The fish still swim
