High Fishion

Let's not bush the browbeats, nor spin a fin that catches the light like a web with a mesh less than one photon wide.

Or, rather: if this is the size of the deal we're in I can't help but hope that fishing's a sin

While the dangerous quanta that power through my eyes give me clues as to colour, taste, texture and size.

The egg that made Adam was addled by God, but the egg that made mother was milted by cod

So sing hymns to Feinmann and chant psalms to Bohr. Let fishes unite in the atom's bright core!