cast not your net for me
for I will not be gathered
under your steeple
or to your polling place
or your bed
and I will not cast
my bread
or my vote
or my garments
to be strung along
to be weighed
and counted
and forgotten
I may offer myself
a satisfying meal for a poor child
but I will never feed
your greed
or ambition
or ego
I belong to the sea
and to the caress of each wave
but I do not belong to you
I swim
in the warmth of
clear emerald
while you drown
in the cold blackness
of insatiable lust
cast not your net for me
for I will not be gathered
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