The boat sways with the water,
fisherman sways against the wind,
wipes sweat away from brow,
pulls another net in.
The fish gasp in oxygen –
thrash in agony –
fisherman sighs against the rising sun.
This heat is unbearable.
This oxygen is unbearable.
Market day – stalls filled with dead fish –
eyes wide open, mouths wide open –
as if taking in the last breath of toxic air
in a desperate attempt to survive.
The smell of fish is overpowering –
people pour in from all corners – eyes alert.
Fisherman watches on,
wipes sweat away from brows –
this heat is unbearable.