POEM - Fish

This fish feels
Like oil to me
Its bony dorsal
Fin pricks like
Glass into the
Thick of my hand, lies
Parabolic,
U-shaped, flat broad
Body pressed bent
Into the fat flesh -
Still struggling
After being
Removed from the
Water for hours.
Not alive, yet
Keen for living.
Dead, still I hold
Refusal in the
Palm of my hand