The Migrating Eye of the Sinistral Turbot
- Roger Murphy
- Aug 27
- 1 min read
The migrating eye of the sinistral Turbot
Watches its gills sliced open
With a deft and rusting fish-knife.
Bone-borne and worn it slashes through
The white blood-flesh –
Pumping, splashing,
Its juices drench the maculate skin.
Flensed flesh slithers into a frosted tray.
The carcass jerks and shudders
A coitus of death performed upon a marble slab
A forcing between its life and ours –
A milk-blood sacrifice.
