Spike

by Oonah V Joslin © 2008

I'd never eat Pike.

We're all fish food

in the dark depths of their

imaginings

or mine.

The over world has pikes too;

punter-eating pikes,

publicity pikes,

political pikes,

priestly pikes chew

chew, chew

fleshpots; fathomless

depravity honoured

age-old with a cold eye

for the kill, fond

of easy prey.

The biggest fish in every pond

full of fat catch

the world over.

I'd never eat Pike.

I would be

a barb in their side,

strychnine in their belly;

The Fisherman's friend.