174th Chorus

The freshwater eels of Europe
That climb up their rivers
And presumably raid fjords
And eat up pools, curious
Proustian visitors from up the
                mountain
Of the sea, which, when they die,
they re-cross, to Bermuda,
from whence they came, to die.

Must be that these eel
Have a yen to explore
The veins of Old Atlantis
From their sunken mountaintop
This side Canaryas
But no – they slide
From Europe to Ukraine
And down the Belgian Rivers,
And blankly in the void
Swim back to spawn
And die with longfaced pouts
-Poor fish.


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