By Ralph La Rosa
My inner fish alerts me, when I’m peckish,
that through eons I’d been a dish delish,
to fish! That even now I nosh kin’s flesh—
those primal ancient swimmers formed as fish
long after we evolved to tetrapodish,
then to unscaled two-leggḗds, proud and selfish.
With salty tastes, fish scents of fluids we flush,
we’re often sharkish, slippery, schoolish, foolish.
But maybe mankind’s fishiness won’t vanish
due to warrish needs to push and vanquish.
I pray that we won’t end up in a clash,
declared in that cliché of big fish/little fish,
but with a happy leaping evolving splash!
Ralph La Rosa has published prose on major American writers, including Emerson and Thoreau, and has placed short fiction, non-fiction, poetry, and film scripts. These days, he mostly writes poetry, appearing on the Internet, in print journals and anthologies. His books include the chapbook Sonnet Stanzas and full-length Ghost Trees and My Miscellaneous Muse.
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