Soliloquy of a Fish

[Ali Znaidi]

I was born in a pure sea, lived all my life in a pure sea, felt happiness in a pure sea, and knew fear when fishermen’s ships were sailing the pure sea. As you can see I never left the sea. I felt jubilant in the pure sea inhaling pure foam and sipping water as fresh as nectar. But now oil leaks, the sea stinks and sucks, the blue navy pajamas of the sea go black, and the green algae turn black, too. Nothing can rinse me even ammonia or bleach, my eggs turn radioactive, and my children will be born maimed, and so will do your dish. I don’t like to rot, and I don’t like my children to rot, too.

[Stephen Torelli]

What a tough reality. We need this reminder... and we're going for seafood tonight too.

[Joey Delgado]

Nicely done. I knew the repeating of 'pure sea' was setting up something tragic and maimed fish babies are pretty tragic. Nicely written.