From the ocean by Siddharth Ayyachamy

From The Ocean

Deep, dark and haunted Eyes rolled to find the light Among the sprawled dust grains That pierced as a canopy on sapphire cake Flapping the fins, gusting through gills I rose higher towards the silhouette of summer Spotting my Little Girls and cousins at surface Who played the nibbling on human foot Feet you bite is made of your ancestor’s flesh They Feed us at beach and Kill in kitchen Don’t be a fool to swipe off their sins There is a trap in their every act Whisking away my kinship down home I laughed, pity these humans Not a fool to drool for the meat hung hook I mused at their distant trap and caved in A bed of trap holes stuck on my face Against my squirms I was heaved slowly Wiggling my tail, I leaped and flew in air Delighted by my skill to outwit humans On the thought, an arrow slinked my belly That threw me to the white sands of shore Bloody humans, I cursed as my mouth Blew open, paralysed Now I know the rest of my dish Wear the make up of masalas Freeze in fridge, take a hot oil bath Garnish the plates with your veggie mates Coriander, tomato slices, red sauces Fuzz out the steam from your bones As they open the bowl Get naked as they rip your flesh on chunks And then rest in peace Turned down to what they call as The FishBones.