圣洛朗的眼泪(20)

Schools of flying fish come down from the sky.
The pearls are crushed into powder
The harbor has become a slaughterhouse.
We are shattered in the sound of the explosion,
I swim to Midway Island.
The bodies of whale and shark are bitten by flying fish,
I become a dish,
I swallow the steel of the carrier.
I climb up the bank,
I"m tired of soaking in water
I become an amphibian.
I"m running wildly down the road,
I"m talking hysterically.
I see a beautiful mushroom-cloud,
Bright lightning in the clouds has pierced the dark day.
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I know a man who is my kind,
He"s my brother and sister,
He is my parents" uncle.
He often wades to eat our race,
He spreads his net and opens his big mouth,
Drop the bait and let"s gather for food,
And then we"ll all be caught.
His net lifted us from deep water to the top of the mast,
He throws away us on the deck.
We struggled to bounce back to the ocean,
Their sharp hooks pierced our gill fins,