• I see the viscera of a sea beast;
    A hoard of dull, black eyes stare but don’t see.
    The rav’nous sharks anticipate the feast
    Of sickly humours leaking ceaselessly.
    Why am I kept back - scared of the slaughter -
    Regarding chopped-up chunks from this cold cage?
    While others dive forwards through the water;
    This is the foulest murder to un-stage.
    Now, true, true carnage verges on surprise;
    At times like this I’d rather be a mole
    So that the sight was farther from my eyes
    The icy fruit juice surges ‘round the bowl.
    A green appendage jumps into my cup.
    Fruit salad makes me bring my dinner up.