By: Bailey Vincent
I stand
Steely scissors in trembling hands
Over the scaly dweller of the stream
The creature mellowed by morphine
To lay its shivering silver body on the slate table
I completed the paperwork
But I was not prepared
To take the life of the silvery White Sucker fish
Between bones, the humane nerve resides
The tip of the opercular
The top of the first vertebrae
What gives me the right to take its life?
I am not its god
Just as equal of a creation as she is
Might I have to worry of other’s
Who signed a form to take my life?
All just to learn of my internals’ secrets
Never meant to get out.
Snip.