posted on Feb, 19 2004 @ 06:40 AM
Hauled from the dark deep.
Hidden from the eyes of the west for years.Hands bound behind his back.Flopping and lolling on his belly like a fish out of water.
White dust like flour coating hair and beard.
A NewYork curse followed by a NewYorker's boot.Hand grips hair to turn the face towards the camera.
Eyes squinting in the manmade lightning.Mouth moving,mumbling rhythmic silent prayer? Or just gasping like drying gills?
Watching from outside the ring of curses,boots,and flashing lights,two men.
"I want to see this one fry"
The other,"You will,you'll see.They'll fry this fish on live TV."
[Edited on 19-2-2004 by John bull 1]