More a hesitation
than a doubt,
Stigmatic chasm opening not from wrists
but my entire chest-cavern split—
Spilling honey in the grove,
splintered whimsy on a skewer.

Wonderful and powerful imagery. A qaadas is a kind of trout, I believe. This poem is written from the perspective of perhaps your dinner, cooked on a wooden plank:) Sacrificed so another might live ... the thought echoes of this particular trout are beautiful.