All over the fish / and the knife that continues to work / and the marble slab / and her…
The blood / of the fish / becoming / the blood / of the bear.
To stub an oar on a rock where none should be,
/ To have it rise with a slounge out of the…
Up in the dazzling dryness, mayflies dance,
/ tempting with tastiness all those who dare
/ leap through the world’s skin into empty air.
In the steamer is the trout
/ seasoned with slivers of ginger.
/ two sprigs of green onion, and sesame oil.
/ We shall eat it…
When a fish
/ slimy up
/ out of
/ the long
/ in the
Doun through the sea
/ A rain o’ cokkils, shells