Going back to Patrick's cool writing prompt. I also mixed in this story with the literary reference quoted in the link itself.
Agassiz to Erza Pound
If fish had hands,
rode all sorts of cycles,
would the struggle
for love be validated
and therefore
all poets robbed
of their futile pens?
Is that what happened to you,
one myth leading to another?
If fishes had wishes,
it would not be to float
at the top of a bowl
holding a pen.
Fish schools only teach
strength in numbers,
the only thing that matters,
but the holocaust
teaches us that there are
terrible, terrible exceptions
to rules and wisdom.
Perhaps the fish are even
more desensitized
to the trial and error
of staying in groups.
or perhaps they're in it
for the long run of life.
I speak of fish, not man.
The bones were not there
for you to learn repetition,
the fileting of capitals.
I challenge you
to write a haiku
for six million in soil
beginning with why
answering with why.
Sunfish fins flap
marking each wrongly dead.
Not enough oceans.
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