26. Toothfish: He'll Be Back

He's in a swamp.  A hellish throat-ache
burns our hero gill to gill,
and fury stabs him like a hot stake.
He'll shish-kebab them on his grill
for what they've done.  They stole his Gretchen,
gouged his throat, but soon... his fish-grin
halves a hapless crocodile.
He veers and steers the muddy mile
toward the river—blackish, brackish,
lined with bracken fern.  His jaw
is tough enough to shear clean through
the shinbones of his foes.  He's peckish.
The turbid water masks his glow.
He snarls and turns toward Tokyo.