The Modern Shark Net
My Old Man's a fisherman
He's the one to ask, but of my opinion
The Modern Shark Net
Comes in varying degrees of
Strength + quality,
Or maybe not.
Environmental concerns
+ computer technology
Most probably ensures
To the greatest degree
The right fish are caught for consumption.
Of my own experience, incredibly brief;
I saw fish a plenty, hauled on board
Greeted, slaughtered with great care
and put on ice.
Never a whale, sadly the occasional old predator
who'd lost his fight,
Often catch that were thrown back to the sea;
A tired old life for fisherman and fishery.
Then there's the mystery,
A costly great hole, and the fisherman gape
From their own fishing bowl,
The usual cry, the usual blame, a seal through the net,
The seal I suppose is usually to blame.
An enviable creature
A fisherman’s bane
The seal is a clever shit, all the same.
But I dream of one creature
Not shark, nor whale, or seal
Who in one night of madness
Swims right throughout the world.
This fish is the greatest
This creature rings the bell
For no other reason than for, "What the hell!"
He drags one net, then another, then another,
He collects them as coats
As the fishermen dream of home.
Every net in every ocean
He swims into with glee and doesn't swim through it,
He collects it as trophy, and the poor other catch
are dragged right along
Drowned through the gills or else just tagged along;
On this one Emperor’s mission
To turn all the tides
Reminder to life, that life still abides.
All the nets in all the ocean, all the nets in the sea
Collected with love, collected with glee.
Hard work and hard toil, the fishermen awake,
Looking for their treasure beacons, and their nets
1, 2, 3.
But scratching their heads, and radioing their clan, it seems on this one night
Came the hand of the Big Man.
They scratch here and there,
Some wiz, spit and shit
But the nets have all gone
So they head for port.
A heroes return, and more toils for them
More fishing come next moon
What more to say, hen?
Of the creature that stole every net in the sea,
His nights catch
Buggered him, totally.
Some say he sunk like a stone
To the deepest reverie, the unfathomable dark
Where he sleeps
with the fishies.
Who is to say, I know not
Of this great fighting creature
Who put every net in a knot.
But if it were mine, this tale to tell
I'd have the great sea creature
Raise up from his well
At the end of his night, fishing all the great seas,
And flying his catch
Around the Universe,
Just for me.
The Modern Shark Net
Dr Su... How do you spell his name? Suess?
Just wanted to make a note to anyone interested in my works, that this is my favourite piece, it's the one work that I could give to a child and say there read that and have some hope for the future, though possibly they'd still resent me after that even.
Onwards and upwards.
Love,
The Insect that jumps over things and smokes but eventually just gets munched up by a hungry bird - c'est la vie.
Onwards and upwards.
Love,
The Insect that jumps over things and smokes but eventually just gets munched up by a hungry bird - c'est la vie.
