Old Fisher Hungers


Never satisfied.

A Swamp Fisherman,

Small fish cast aside.

Reel you in He will,

Devour the pink flesh,

Covering the wounds,

Hooks dug while You threshed.

Ignore glinting Lures,

But Never forget,

Old Fisher Hungers,

He would have You yet.

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Obol is a poet and an infrequent writer of prose.

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