Fish Smell
Today is the day.
At last, I’ve saved enough
From selling fish to white men
For years, but now
I can pay
For the train ticket, and a meal, and even though it’s tough
I’ll squeeze out enough
For a lucky Buddha to bring home for my wife.
I have waited so long
But my faith has made me strong
And on this, the greatest day of my life
I will finally go
And kneel
At the Lord Buddha’s feet
And feel
Humming through my bones the sweet
Everlasting drone of the holy men
Who do not fish
Or marry or spend
But beg and pray, as I wish
I could do.
But this is where I am.
For me this is enough.
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