THE MURKY WATER
there’s the good fish
and there’s the bad fish
supposedly, it is god
who separates us fish
lurking in the seemingly
murky waters that 
lay beneath him
beneath the surface
where the angels sing
and the people laugh
but it is not fate that 
brings each of us there
a snag of a fishing line
a net encloses your scales
you’re head is chopped off
you are gutted, knife carved through
each of your simple bones
a good fish, or a bad fish
baptized believer or heathen
rich or poor, saint or satan
has anyone ever stopped
just a moment to think
maybe it’s not about the fish
maybe there’s just something
in those waters, maybe it’s
just that deep dark water
god only knows