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"Stock" Tip of the Millenia
The American Bloodsport
Animal Rights
Antilullaby
The Apple Tree and the Oak Tree
Battery Hens
Bereaved Knife
Cattle Country
Companion Animal
Dancing Bears of India
Death By Night
Dogs Go To Heaven
The Earth So Slender
Farmer Boy
February
Fight We Shall
For The Animals
For the animals.....
Foundations
The Fox
Fox Sick
Gold Fish at a Frat Party
The Greatest Gift
Harp Seal Eyes
Here
How Can We Do It?
How in 2050
The Hunter's Trophy Bawl
I Saw a Possum Die Last Night
Jamaican Cows
Let's Not Forget
Listen to Chief Seattle
Little Red Riding Hood
Look Around
Mad Human Disease
Me Means Alone
A Memoir of My Mother
My God Says
My Story
The New Martyrs
Of Mice and Old Men
Osteoporosis
Paint Her Divine
Pig Crates
A Place for the Animals
Puppy
Puppy Love
Quiet as a Mouse
The Racist
Recipe For Servitude In The Circus
Sabine
Sabine: Five Years Later
The Silent Ark
Superiority
Thanksgiving Wish
They Must Pay
The Tiger
Tom Turkey
Two Unruly Children
The Veal Calf
Veal, Your Meal
The Voiceless
Welcome to Our World...
Where Have They Gone?
Where Is It?
Where's Her Baby?
Why?
You Just Don't Care

Why?

(told from the marlin?s perspective from Hemingway?s The Old Man and the Sea)

I pull, I pull, this is all I can do,
So as not to end up in a market or zoo.
Why am I hunted and killed for no cause?
I tire more and there is no pause.

Am I not a creature like one or another?
I too have a family, a son and a mother.
But humans fail to see their own sin.
They see me as something they simply must win.

Who is this man who wishes my death,
To stab my heart and take my last breath?
No man is worthy to take me away,
Which is why I struggle, night and day.

I grow tired of pulling this ogre and boat,
Perhaps death is best, to lie down and float.
But no I can?t!  I can?t let him win.
I won?t be destroyed from tail to fin.

But what will I do when I tire and fail?
What will I do when I no longer sail?
My heart beats faster for the end is now near.
I must circle the boat, and this I do fear.

For this is the time he will rip me apart.
He will plunge his knife deep in my heart.
Many a great fish have gone stately this way,
There is no shame in dying this day.

I will miss my world that I loved so much,
The happy days in the water and such.
He pulls me closer as the minutes go by,
And I take one last glimpse at the earth and sky.

I am more than a fish, I am a creature with soul.
This matters not to this man, for my death is his goal.
Hark!  I see a shape, a harpoon comes near.
The end is now, and I have nothing to fear.

I lived my life well, to die is not wrong,
But who is this man who could be so strong?
For one fleeting moment we stare eye to eye,
And for one fleeting moment, I ask myself why?

Joanna Friedman (jfriedma@alumni.princeton.edu)