7 OCTOBER 1995, Page 44

Goya: Still Life with Golden Bream

Like thick scaly fingers Stacked across each other They glitter in moonlight By the edge of the sea, Their mouths have closed On war sadness, A heap of helplessness In silver stillness, A long way From the frying pan. Those fish have been shocked into death. Their wide-open eyes accuse.

Lotte Kramer