Diving Down A Waterfall

My other was the Rocks

And I was born

Diving down a waterfall

Into the Ocean

There I swam

My gills took the oxygen

From the water

I was a carp

As a teen

I rubbed up against

Other scales

Of finned females

I spawned at the swim meet

Only the best to compete

Got to procreate

So I fired the cannon

Stabbed at once a dozen times

A pincushion to feathered blades

I was carried away

In gulls grip

Reviews

[Red Brick Keshner]

A very fishy, slimy, slippery metaphor; the diving though, that was the game. Also somehow reminds me of a salmon swimming ever upstream at spawning season. Powerful myriad of aquamarine images.