Photoshoot: A Fishy Business

March 27, 2010

Three A.M under the blanket of night
At the island’s far ends boats slink in and dock
In yellow crates their captives jump
Then flop
Then eyes dull they stare
Gills expanding and gasping in deadly air
Men shout a price as the eyes become fixed
Scales scraped, flesh sliced
And plundered and raped
The first rays of light as morning breaks
Washing away the blood and gore
Of the night before


Wee hour roadtrip with the Little Sister to the Jurong Fishery Port for our mini photo project.

I think I have seen (and smelled) enough of fish to last me a lifetime. I can only say, I am so glad I don’t eat fish maw.


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