Fish Farms Poem by John Beaton

Fish Farms



The net-pen salmon swim around.
The net-pen salmon swim around.
The net-pen salmon swim around.
The net-pen salmon swim around.

All migratory urges drowned,
the net-pen salmon swim around.
The net-pen salmon swim around.
The net-pen salmon swim around.

All migratory urges drowned,
no natal stream to be re-found,
the net-pen salmon swim around.
The net-pen salmon swim around.

All migratory urges drowned,
no natal stream to be re-found,
no swimming past Prince William Sound,
the net-pen salmon swim around.

All migratory urges drowned,
no natal stream to be re-found,
no swimming past Prince William Sound,
these pseudo-salmon now abound.

Friday, September 14, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: environment,fish
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There's a lot of controversy about the degree to which fish farms affect wild salmon. Another consideration strikes me. What species is less suited to spending its life in a small crowded cage than one accustomed to migrating for distances of over a thousand miles?

The form mirrors the salmons' trapped movements.

This poem has been previously published in "Poets Reading the News."
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