(poetry diary 126) I’m Polish-American, but I’ve never eaten a Christmas carp (referred to in the poem below) or kept one in my bathtub (see YouTube video.) Holub’s poem doesn’t particularly make me want to, either….Oy.

Brief reflection on killing the Christmas carp
Miroslav Holub
You take a kitchen-mallet
and a knife
and hit
the right spot, so it doesn’t jerk, for
jerking means only complications and reduces profit.