Fire out,I sit in coat and fake fur collar
My hands cold,
Just caught hake off Flamborough. Head
Know how I feel
A cold winter already came for me.
I am prepared.
I find some hats I knitted.
Fish have no skin
Their eyes look out poignant yet fierce
They think they are sharks
It’s so wrong to display them
Dead in rows.
I knew then in the fish market
What kind of world it is.
Animals have their own holocaust
Well,think about it.
Crabs and mussels boiled alive.
God never wanted human sacrifice
It was some evil demon Hitler worshipped
Himself I think
How do you do it?
Did Freud get it right.. the death instinct.
Or to be blunt
Would n’t a hot soak in the bath be better?
Cold again.
Is the world worse now?
How my heart sings 