Codfish

The life of fishes I bought a cod fish The fish-monger wrapped it in A newspaper I put in in the kitchen sink Looked it in the eyes Any recognition Between two being Nothing I cut its head off and gutted it Its eyes looked like Black diamonds in the shade Of the stolen I fried the fish, ate it Not long ago it had been swimming In the cold sea Avoiding nets and hooks Did it have friends? Who would lament its demise? I wouldn`t like to be a fish Ending up in a frying pan, but We are fishes too, always get caught In someone’s war.