We impassioned anadromous fools
always following our nose
migrating to our mateful demise
up a creek we row.

Our pool hardy instinctual swim
from frothing sea past hungry bear
we hurl over boulders, defy white-waters
travel where only possessed fools dare.

We impassioned anadromous fools
at last arrive at our ancestral pools
to bow, to dance and hastily spawn
millions of teeming eggs in the pond.

Exhausted we lie in the shallows of breath
our bodies, our souls entirely spent,
blood from our gills stains water red
from life comes life, then we are dead.