Friday, August 15, 2014

Fishing

In a white boat, white people
With white clothes and white hats
Watch a white fish flexed
On a white line
To a white deck

Then a haemorrhage of red 
Is wristed by what seems like holy water
To the ocean below
As if heaven can be fooled
By cleanliness.

2 comments:

the walking man said...

Aww man I must be the dirtiest white guy in the world, I fool heaven all the time. Ain't been hit by lightening yet.

I understand the words and definition of "white privilege" but I am not buying into it. Cops, store owners, society where I live do not treat me any better than anyone else that regularly gets pissed on here.

I do though get the extra privilege of being a white man surrounded by an all black neighborhood, which is a whole different kind of profiling that goes on.

That damn fish has to learn not to rise to the bait, Bill.

WAS said...

Mark, as Elvis once said, "Lady, I don't know what the hell you are talking about." If this poem has any symbolic meaning, it is about being fired. People work like fish rise to bait, to survive.