Fish
“So . . .” they said,
With their wine-glasses delicately poised,
Mocking at the thing they cannot understand.
“So . . .” they said again,
Amused and insolent.
The silver on the table glittered,
And the red wine in the glasses
Seemed the blood I had wasted
In a foolish cause.
Amy Lowell
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