Just Some Extra Large Fish Food.
Fish Food.
Paralyzed by a
bullet in the back,
he lay in the bottom
of his aluminum skiff,
which was also
bullet punctured,
as the ocean
crept relentlessly,
over his face,
his nostrils,
his mouth,
until a life jacket
floated under his head,
and wrapped itself
around his neck.
He never usually
wore them on board,
but now this
Velcro-ed cushion
served to prolong
his agony as he
was swept from
the bottom of his
craft into the sea.
where he suddenly
found himself wishing
that he had drowned
in the hollow of his boat,
as four fins appeared
amidst the clouds
of his blood,
and left only
the life jacket
to mark his passage.
Just another
murder gone bad.