To Fishermen
by Carol Frost

No more savage art: filleting: a deft pressure along the
backbone

from tail fan to the red gills: fighting mystery with a
honed blade

through the small bones: salt and scales on face and
hands:: the Greek God,

as well, found flesh unmysterious, but in anger and
disappointment:—

seagull cries, your music, are all about you: Apollonian
but hungrier: nature is hungry::

the brave fish dies the birds swoop for the insides in no
lovelier spirals.

Found via the Poetry Foundation’s website.