Lead-Canned Fish

Pardon this intrusion
to your vein of
silvery-smelly bloods,
carefully homogenized;
for the taste of mercury
in lead-canned fish,
manufactured by
scouring a sea of serpents;
anticipating in fanged feints, the
risk of toxins for a purpose inherently
industrial.
The interruption, boils down
to an aquatic chowder
served at midday;
only delayed by the jeopardy
to merely seize it.
May you savor this moment.




[16:55|24.3.2020] ©c.thom.carter