Little fish carcass,
lying, decapitated and dirty
along sidewalk Jean-Talon
by the underpass concrete
below the torn posters,
 Where is your head?
 Where is your water?
 Who kicked you into the weeds?

Little fish carcass,
pitiful severed tail
which I mistook for a pigeon carcass
on my way home,
 What did you think when that hand raised you from the water?
 What was your last meal?

Little fish carcass,
rotting beneath rusting metal
of cold November city,
you are far from home.
How many friends did you have?
 What were your priorities?
 What did you see, in life?

Little fish,
you made me sad on my sunny walk home.

Little fish,
which hand will take me from my water?

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November 4, 2020
Park Ex, Montréal