Fishers and Men
We use animals to catch animals like 'fighting crime' in Chicago.
Shouldn't this be the point we think
about four fingers going in with a crooked thumb,
maybe rusting with whitlow,
taking hold of the silver on a sardine,
putting hooks through what supposed
to be its lungs should make us think
of Kentucky's Best & Reefer, not the buzz, but the carcinoma.
Our minds are never there; we are not that color people.
We call it entice or tackle, but we should turn on the balls
of our heels and head back home empty-handed.
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