I saw a shark being slaughtered today on the streets,
by 6 pairs of hungry bare hands.
And I don’t know how to feel about it.
On one hand I see need in people’s faces
I hear their limbs crack at night,
and the sweat of their hands;
I see mothers taking bones home
to try to make a meal out of them.
On the other I hear the deafening clinks of Champagne flutes,
I hear the sounds of ocean liners,
huge smiles being brought by others
who tire for their entertainment.
I watch house after house being taken off the market.
So yeah…
I feel for the shark,
I do.
I wonder why more people aren’t worried about it.