Cages thrown deep into the Hudson

The fishermen smoke stogies on the pier

I fear- that I might get sick

for the air is thick with the stench of smoke and chum 

It stabs at my nostrils on my morning run

While the sun laughs at my pain

Nature's way of payback I suppose

for the inhumane treatment of those Channel Eels

that wil be raised from the bulkhead