By Peggy DeStefano
oh, Ctenopharyngodon idella,
our Erie’s gone
no faith had it in man or beast
the wet grave is irreversibly deceased
save us from our other Eries
while Lazarus lakes they be
enter, white amure,
steal into our streams
the arteries and veins
of our country
need, bleed for
a throbbing victory
oh, perfect fish,
multiply your weight
taste
the pea-green blooms
and floating refuse
of our waste
carp us to life, brave swimmer,
then, one more thing,
bite our lines
fight hard, jump high
we’ll bless you
as you die
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