Those Wild Pink Salmon

Now, this ‘wild pink salmon’ thing… are they just wild about pink like that designer with the limp wrist or wild like you wouldn't want to share an estuary with them or wild that they're not so good at jumping up the waterfalls or wild that they’re pink when they’d like to be red and so, wild that the other salmon are red is it some muted colour-snobbery like used to be in the Windies between chocolate and coffee and possibly I don’t know between Red Indians and Pink Indians whose mother got around a bit though on the other hand it could be boring on the reservation being a Hiawatha brave or squaw 10 to 5 each day for the tourists envying the other Indians with a real job like standing outside a cigar store stained with nicotine or even inside is it like the Monty Python sketch the pink salmon look up to the red salmon but look down on the tame salmon but then, are wild and tame really opposites anyway even if those are the correct terms individually is it any consolation to wild pink salmon that we think they’re supposed to be salmon-pink anyway so red salmon are the ones to be red-faced I mean how wild is wild and how tame are farmed salmon if at all they could be wilder inside about being hemmed in when their wild brothers and sisters are having a wild time in the spawning grounds off Newfoundland (though salmon won’t know it’s called that) and so, excuse the phrase, see red? and – the thought’s just struck me like a slap around the gills with a wet fish – they probably don’t read the label there’s a message there for all of us in this colour-conscious age