Fish talk of the Tower of Babel all the time.
Before you kiss the scales, they look for
Privacy outside the ponds and lakes,
Like people that jump out of the windows
And count the eyes gaping at them
Before they hit the ground and stick to the soles.
Their god is a monster, but even he
Takes pity on them and gives each one
A personal language to hide their thoughts.

{from the comments on behind}