As I clean this fish
and prepare it for you
Do you know I lost it last night?
As I remove these silvery fins
and wash ’em with salted water
Do you know your treasure is gone?
As I bear this pungent smell
and draw a quite smile
on my otherwise blank face
Do you know you gave him the knife?
Can you hear me?
As I mount the coal and light the fire
He tore through my flesh
As I am this fish
I wasn’t as breathless and motionless
I resisted and screamed.
Didn’t you hear me last night?
Look me in the eye
my screams were so loud
but since he cuts you a fruit
with the same knife
maybe it’s alright.
