A poem by Fisher kel Tath "The man who never smilesDrags his nets through the deepAnd we are gatheredTo gape in the drowning airBeneath the buffeting soundOf his dreaded voiceSpeaking of salvationIn the repast of justice doneAnd fed well on the laden tableHeaped with noble desiresHe tells us all this to hone the edgeOf his eternal mercySlicing our bellies openOne by one." ―In the Kingdom of Meaning WellFisher kel Tath
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