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August 7, 2016 | by  | in Poetry |
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canary fish

i noticed you were dead last night

when i came home from a party.

you were there


on the surface,               caught

mid-accession from the tank.

your little yellow belly was already

beginning to bloat. full-stop

mouth paused open, astonished

at its end. you had met your fish-sized

demise, my friend? i grabbed a spoon

dug a grave in grass outside the door.

dry footed, i said a few words       

‘good fish.’ and that was that.

you were left with a pat

landlocked beneath the bright, bubble moon.

you were only a shadow.

did you notice or even

bother to check ?

to mourn death ?

just fish

just blip

have you seen your

reflection in the glass?

for you, little fish

a graves just a tank.


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