Let any fish
who meets my gaze
learn the true meaning of fear
for I am the harbinger of death

The bane of creatures sub-aqueous
My rod is true and unwavering
as I cast into the aquatic abyss
A man, scorned by this uncaring Earth
finds solace in the sea
My only friend
the worm upon my hook
Wriggling, writhing
Sruggling to surmount
The mortal pointlessness
That permeates this barren world.
I am alone
I am empty
And yet
I fish.