lime cay fisherman

“There is a fine line between fishing and just standing on  
the shore like an idiot.” —Steven Wright  
 
his night catch fed  
the village        
lean dogs devoured  
the spillage  
of fins and guts  
from kosher cuts  
served up with nuts  
and spinach  
 
his years upon  
the ocean  
true fisherman’s  
devotion!  
each dreadful night  
a gallant fight  
bloodied by tight  
emotion  
 
they fished him up  
this morning  
no limbs his trunk  
adorning  
a fisher fished  
gutted and dished  
a village pitched  
in mourning  
 
© Copyright 2020 August 13  
by Clyve A Bowen♫