Fisherman Poem by Melissa Nyman

This too shall pass, this too
shall be forgotten.
This too shall be wavered and
may your eyes become
rotten.
For the blind faith and
unwillingness to see.
Your ignorance, your pride
and futility.
I cannot put the gun in your
hand, you must take it and
shoot.
Eat that bad apple, be that
dark pit and love a seedless
fruit.
Dragon fires, be that dog that
growls.
F*ck that butterfly, I am the
wolf that howls.
I am your little hole in your
gut that does not want rid.
I am the hopeless, the covert
that can't and never did.
You accept the myths, eat
tales of cats but I.
I denounce you, for you have
known the lie.
That you were a fisherman
but reeled a shark in.
Feeding loaves to thousands
but left one too many thin.