Merman | A Poem

Merman with TridentI haul you in,

I, the Fisher Girl

and you, my greatest prize.

 

You lie, wet and shining,

in the bottom of my boat,

weak, frail, spent.

 

You are dying.

Caught in my net, trapped too long.

You flounder feebly in the bilge.

 

You open your mouth,

whistle, like a dolphin, or a bird.

Accusations I half understand.

 

I give you back to the ocean,

watch you drift away,

each of us in our element

both gasping like fish out of water.

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