One of my Favorite Poems in the World

by nicolecallihan


by Amy Hosig, my dear friend

Bless these shrimp from Sing Hing
that I am about to eat,
that spent their life, hopefully,
jetting about
in odd, propulsive motion
without minds
and before language.

Oh you little shrimp
who involuntarily
died for me,
make me,
like the intelligent whale,
able to change you
into song.