The King Trout

May 4, 2009
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The king trout lies on the sandy beach
Dead and defeated
The sun’s reflection in its lifeless eyes
They once were heated

Against its carcass the water bounces
Slowly consuming its remains
Its scales are cold and its belly hollow
Its mouth gaping, frozen from its last breath

The king is dead
Yet another king is to come
It will dominate the colony
The cycle will continue forever





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