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| The Trout | |
| by Darin Carr
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| Through the dreamscape waters I see my friend,
faster I swim through this domain, nearing the end.
For two short years I have lived as a trout,
but my time is up, and death is near. I know this without doubt.
I have chosen someone to give my body to.
I pray you will be satisfied, for that person is you.
Don't think of me as a spiritless fish.
My kind have a tradition of honor, for the welfare of others we wish.
I will gladly put my life on the line
as my brethren have done time after time.
Served on a plate my flesh will be eaten.
I'll die a martyr, and will not be beaten.
It is a glorious thing I do for you.
If the food chain shifted would you do it too.
All creatures in this kingdom do not die on a whim,
so honor all life that crawl, walk, or swim.
My body I will gladly give,
so that others will continue to live.
That is how it is, and has always been,
for us water loving creatures with a dorsal fin.
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