The Fishermen

We used to watch the fishermen
Hauling in their catch. The fish struggled
In the nets, but they could not escape.
Once they were on the boat, the fishermen
Would slash their throats to avoid a slow death
And make them ready for consumption.
But we didn\'t care.

Sometimes, an innocent dolphin
Would get caught in the net, and die.
There would be an uproar from the local public
But the fishermen wouldn\'t mind. After all,
Dolphin meat sells at a high price, and it was
Already dead, no use in making a fuss, they said.
Yet we were apathetic.

Our parents would always tell us
To stay away when they were fishing, to be
Careful, in case we became tangled in the nets.
But we didn\'t always listen. We would watch them,
Smelling the stench of the blood, feeling a mixture of
Horror and curiosity at the mercilessness of the task.
And we awaited our dinner.