The difficulty of living
by someone else’s definition
is the fact that you must learn to swim
-- upstream,
through scorching waves
like the sand
where Sahara and Mojave
cremates the Hell
created by
Heaven,
knowing that for some
of God’s creatures,
spawning
is an act of suicide,
journeying from womb to grave
during fish hunting season
as the purpose
--the hook
tears your face from your mouth
making your blood the Nile.
“Fishing is fun!” wasn’t the salmon’s cry,
as he leaped from his home
in his attempt to reach Heaven
to get an explanation from God
(his glazed eyes bulging from gross injustice)
just before he died
for simply being himself
while
living by someone else’s
definition.
