Seafood

These things that they deliver
To the doors of houses, saying the wickedness,
Seemed absolute and final.
If they be presents or cod,
Other fishes of the sea and river,
Still the gifts prosper for them
Like that to eat of cheap suppers
And lunches and breakfasts.
Theirs was adoration for the food
Too good of the water, the fish
And other shellfish.
I wanted once to be in love of seafood
For it let my pocket be full of coins.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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