Death By Catfish Posted on January 11, 2013 by reginaholt                   Pathology report on a death,Something is not right.Pain where there was none yesterday.Hurry catch those! Hundreds swim at the bottom in clusters,where they are going matters little,I’m hungry! Round them up junior,I’ll help you,never mind untraditional kind,you take the port,I have starboard. A fete of a feast on tender meat,but watch for these spines discovered,They must be positioned just so,watch me junior, one gulp.Now it’s your turn,Eat to your heart’s content. Slow over time, a uncomfortable feelingIt nags in night’s resting time,abates with first dawn.Next day is the same,And the next and the next.Spines…