I am the Pike.
O you who walk
On two legs and talk
Do not know what I’m like.
You think I’m a cruel
Robot shark
Grabbing fish in the dark
To be my fuel.
No, no! I laze
Through the blazing June days.
On, on, all summer
I sunbathe in bliss
And gaze at the sky
And pray to become a
Dragonfly.
Remember this
When you say that my fangs
Are solid hunger pangs,
And that my work
Is murder in the murk,
And that I draw my wages
