PIKE, Robert Beveridge

PIKE
by Robert Beveridge

Here was a man who loved his work;
the scaling of fish, the draw
of the blade over flesh, arcs
of scale beneath light, a hundred
tiny rainbows from a shad,
a thousand from a trout.

Halibut: endless.

At home, he peels carrots,
eggplant, bitter melon.
Only vegetables; he has never
consumed a fish.
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