Death of fishes.

Upon occasion, as the tide recedes, old or injured fish are left stranded to flap aimlessly around until they find their place in the food chain.
One might ask, if in their minds, they know they are about to die?
They continue flexing their tails, their belly fins flap into the mud or sand, and their mouths grasp at non-existent water.
Their eyes seek out other fish, but meet the eyes of the gulls and shore crabs that sense a meal has been gifted to their table.

One might say that the U.S. is a fish that has been pulled from the water, a huge monster, a specimen that is taking the efforts of billions of fishermen to capture.
Bolivian president, Evo Morales has kicked out the chief american diplomat, as has Chavez in Venezuela...quick to voice support have been Honduras and Ecuador, Argentina too has indicated that it will not tolerate foreign intervention.
The Latin Americans have stepped up to the front line and stood alongside the Iraquis and Iranians, the Afghans and all those who prefer not to support the one world scenario of Washington.

At first, a stranded fish is frantic enough to repel the beaks and claws of predators, but remorselessly as the tide falls, the fish knows the battle to be lost, and even as the final few tremors of life exit it`s frame, the gulls begin to attack the softest parts.
First the eyes and gills, then the underbelly, beginning with the anal orifice, exposing the main course, the soft and easily digested entrails.
A vociferous and lively feeding frenzy takes place, and in a few short moments it`s all over.
Usually the main skeleton and harder flesh is left to the incoming sea, where larger crabs and lobsters, along with prawns, shrimps and all manner of eels and fish, will pick clean the corpse.



The fish called America is the biggest creature of all , a thick-skinned and deep swimming voracious feeder, that consumes everything in sight, seemingly present across all the oceans of this little planet.
Where ever the fish has surfaced, it has fed relentlessly. No quarter given, murderously ferocious and with no other single creature able to end its` tenure of the oceans.
Having consumed so much, and bloated, with an unsustainable diet, the predator has now become prey, being attacked by millions of little fish, each one becoming a sharp-toothed nemesis , tearing off small pieces, as they trammel themselves into concerted shoals, from hunted to hunter.
Surely stranded now, the fish is too unwieldly to regain the tide, it`s huge mouth gasping for non-existent waters, with fins and appendages making futile motions but no longer moving forward, exposed and weak, with gulls and crabs swarming, feeding and calling out to their fellow creatures with bigger and bigger chunks being torn from a twitching frame.

Without exception, somehow or another, all fish expire.