Flat Packed Fish

Whole schools kept in
sterile white fridges,

Plastic pulled tight
over unbreathing gills.

Silvery shine under
heavy store lights,

Like the sun when
once they swam free.

Caught, drowned in air
gutted, packed, stacked,

Housed now in
blue polystyrene boxes.

Fresh for the taking
into trolleys like nets,

A very easy catch
ready to take home.

On my plate
I pick out the bones.

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