Trout of Souls

He didn't know if he had one name

Or many names

And he wondered why he was even able to think

He remembered the woman who would make faces at him

And the night she drunkenly snipped the thin wires

That had connected him to a massive data network

His access to so much information suddenly stopped

Leaving him alone in his own mind

The face woman had released him back into the reservoir

Which made very little sense to him

Since she had methodically pithed the others

Once her experiments were completed

He was safely out of range when the grenade exploded

And wouldn't even know what a grenade was

Except that the departing souls of the human divers

Had entered into him

He had access to their thoughts and could feel them struggle for purchase

But for now he would keep them subdued and separate from one another

Until he learned more about who they once were

And what parts he would keep for himself

And though he did not have a mirror

He was certain he was making "happy face"