The bony one is for the soup shops in Pontianak,
Their fat in the fish-balls.
The odd catchthe blowfish, puffed up with fear,
Or commonthe catfish raised from the bottom.
One is a precious ornamental, gold fins and red along
For them, we keep water high in our boats. They'll
sell in Singapore.
Fish, ikan, they move in patterns that ripple
Caught in bamboo weirs, cast nets, on hooks,
Lured up by the crushed taproot. They come to
Our waiting spears in hand, legs muscled in the bow.
It isn't when they are moving or when their hearts
are open to the sky.
It's when you see their bonesthose fine and