The bewildering fish does not know how to sing 
From silence on to silence it swims 

Needs it has, and the need to speak 
Instead, blind and blank, it stares at a rock 

To endure is a power so precise in it 
Physical decline hurries it along the road of kindness 

What can it be? An image of a people 
Or the act of a soundless absorption? 

The face of Blame is turned towards Shadow 
The reticence of Death is turned towards Error 

A metaphor born to explain some fact: 
The throat an ambiguous pain gives rise to