Carpophobes

they hated carp, (these old fishermen). used to beach them on the rocks stomp them till their gills turned to rubies. Said they were no good bottomfeeders, no good to eat coiled their lines.. wasted their bates ate the eggs of finer fish. These old sockeyed fishermen who smelled like last nights dying songs, smoked until their lungs bled gems tangled miles of lives, till their hooks were worn and bent... these old bottom feeders who hated carp.