Eating Fish

Here is how I eat a fish —
Boiled, baked, or fried —
Separate him in the dish,
Put his bones aside.
Lemon juice and chive enough
Just to give him grace,
Make of his peculiar stuff
My peculiar race.
Through the Travelers’ Hotel
From the sizzling pan
Comes the ancient fishy smell
Permeating man.
May he be a cannier chap
Altered into me,
Eye the squirming hook, and trap,
Choose the squirming sea.