/-----\
     |Alive|
     \-----/
                           
                                          {pR^creed]
         Black words                   {well, hemingway]
        on white paper                 {didn't print in]
        fail to convay               {16 colors either...]
        the manner in which
        we flop our tails
        against the boat and lick the 
        inside of our cheeks to staunch
        the flow, or how our scales
        flake off shiny on the dull gray steel
        as we cough our ending blood.